Tuesday, February 20

The Haunted Becomes the Haunting

I was at home, driving some of my friends to a famous haunted house in Heredia. We entered the lobby of a large house, where there wasn’t ivy, there were orange drapes covering large amount of wall space. Strangely enough, I wasn’t scared. I was eager. I wanted to hear haunts; the distant crooning of a subdued soul; the soft cackle of a lost child. But we heard nothing.

I woke up – but still in the dream. I was on a bed in the middle of a field, far from the house we were just in. My friends were walking toward me, either looking for me or continuing their search for ghosts in this strange lot. In this dream, I had spectacular night vision – a luxury my friends did not share with me. So when they got close, I feigned a raspy voice and a limp. Despite my inability to run quickly in these subconscious worlds, I managed to drive them quite far back into the house before they all realized … that I was naked?