talking in my sleep

Just woke up from my Saturday afternoon nap and it’s like I just left another reality. Denise, my first real girlfriend when I was growing up, had contacted me. She was one of the last people I had ever spoken to from my youth. We said hi to each other for the brief time I was on Facebook. Then, like everything else, I ended it. But this dream was sad. We weren’t speaking but were communicating. We even did this when we dated way back in high school. The dream colors were white lights and blue contrasts. Everything around us was box shaped and organized and the higher it went the more shades of pink came out. But like I said, this was a sad occasion for her, to me. When she stood up she turned and walked away. I noticed a large lump on her back just under her neck with a smaller one to the right. They were a greenish color and didn’t look good. I don’t know if that’s what the dream was about. I hope she’s doing O.K. She lost her daughter in a house fire and I always wondered how her life had been after that. But, like everything else, I ended it.






I had a very vivid dream of a plane crash in a neighborhood. There were sounds, colors and smells. The small passenger aircraft appeared to try and land in a field then pulled up and crash landed in a neighborhood. Two people got out, two males. We ran towards them to help and they seemed fine. One thing that made it stick out was the the conversation, the way we spoke. Like it really happened.



never met

A vivid dream last night woke me up. I was talking to a female, there were a lot of animals running in the back ground. The conversation was incoherent except she did say, “We’ve never met”. What woke me up was the feeling of her hand on my arm as she got up from the side of my bed. No one was there, the TV was going with the sound off. Thinking I heard the TV, I turned it off. A few hours later I finally get up for the day. Making coffee I noticed a small piece of paper on the drawing table.

(Just now while I’m writing this my alarm clock went off. It’s 8:39 am and not set to go off on Friday. The clock only sets to 15 minute increments, too)

The paper is a piece I use to put my hand on so I don’t smudge drawings with the side of my hand. It’s filled with mostly pink scribbles. The only thing I do know is this isn’t something I’ve done. At least consciously. It is unique, it kind of looks like a child’s scribbling.



I took a nap this afternoon. One of those real life vivid dreams happened.  The airplane went dark inside. There wasn’t any oxygen. I could see everyone asleep in their seats. I couldn’t stay awake, I couldn’t breath. My eyes closed twice while I gasped for air. Everything went dark and silent until I was able to wake up and get my breath. It felt like I was asleep for hours. Looking at the clock, it said 4:00 pm. At the most I was out for 45 minutes.

early morning visit

At 4:14 am I thought I had hit the night stand with my hand. I’ve done it before so I just moved away. At the same time I heard a female laugh, like a giggle. The T.V. was on but the sound was turned down to low to hear anything. Falling back to sleep I heard the female laugh like she was right next to me. My eyes opened just in time to see a figure in the mirror walking out the bedroom door beside me. I got up and as usual there wasn’t anything except a heavy smell of scented hand lotion, the real heavy thick smell like Jergens. Now that I’m up getting ready for work the odor is still here, even downstairs.


Email from Katrina J.

I grew up in Louisiana. Our town had a few shady characters. One was tied to a murder but he still ran free. Oscar would get drunk and bully everyone in town. Even when he was sober we still considered him an a-hole. He was just all bad. Once he drove by and glared at me. It was pure evil the way his eyes were all crazy.

I was walking home from school, the police and ambulance were in front of the property that led to our driveway. A tow truck went by with Oscar’s pick-up on the back. Tim, my neighbor down the street walked towards me. He told me someone shot Oscar point blank right between the eyes. He was parked in our driveway for some reason. His voice was upbeat and I also felt the relief of never having to cross paths with this maniac ever again.

One rainy night I was home watching my shows. The pounding rain was making me tired. I turned off the lights and T.V. as I fell asleep on the couch. The sound of the front door knob turning woke me. A push followed but the door was locked. I turned over to face the door to say hello to my parents who I thought were getting out the keys. A few minutes went by. The light drizzling rain made it hard to keep my eyes open. A shadow passed by the yard light and my eyes opened wide. I’m getting scared now. Frozen in fear I could only stare at the window. The curtains were wide open and I’m lit up by the light coming through. That’s when the shadowy figure of Oscar stood in front of the window. Was it Oscar? I’ve seen him enough to know what he looks like even in an outline. It was a figure I feared, but Oscar died. We locked eyes and I felt pure evil staring me down. I couldn’t move, what was I seeing? Someone playing a cruel joke? I know it was Oscar, I knew him, I knew what he looked like. Why was he here? Why was he killed sitting in our driveway?

Car lights coming up the driveway lit up the front of the house and the figure vanished. I jumped up and turned on all the lights but I couldn’t unlock the door. My parents let themselves in. I told them what just happeOscar2ned but they didn’t see anyone in the yard as they pulled up. They convinced me I was having a nightmare until the next morning. I stood outside of the front door looking around to see if there could be anything that resembled what I saw the night before. I turned to go back inside, that’s when I saw the foot prints in the mud right were Oscar stood watching me.