I'm not prone to nightmares. In fact, I haven't had a really "good" one in a long time, but the other morning, I woke with a start after the creepiest nightmare I think I have ever had in my whole life.

As with most dreams, parts of this particular sleep event are murky. I can't remember how it started, which is not really surprising for a dream, but I do remember being in a huge beautiful home to which I felt some sort of connection. I don't know if it was where my dream self lived or if my dream self was just visiting, but I knew I was supposed to be there.

The house had all the trimmings including trey ceilings, crown mouldings, shiny hardwood floors and even solid surface countertops. Every detail was so clear it was like looking at a real estate brochure while touring a home with a realtor. Somewhere along the way, I lost something in this vast house and it was a matter of life or death that I find it. Unfortunately, I had no idea what this something was or would it could possibly be hidden.

I searched frantically from room to room and finally stumbled upon a high boy chest of drawers tucked back into the corner of a bedroom. The top of the chest was immaculate. It was inlaid with different woods and was obviously expensive. I could see my face in the glossy surface. The panic was evident in my wide eyes. I started searching in the top drawer and slowly made my way down. However, with each drawer, the chest began to deteriorate as did the conditions in the room. The wood started to age and splinter, the finish dulled. The room darkened.

When I opened the fourth drawer down, I was startled to find a decaying human body. Upon further inspection, I discovered it was that of my mother-in-law, who died in real life in July 2006. Her corpse was lying there in the drawer on top of a pile of clothes that I just knew I was going to have to dig under. This was not a neat tidy dried up skeleton, folks. I'm not going to get into an icky CSI-esque description because it is just too much. You can use your own imaginations and you probably won't be all that off base even if you think the worst you can possibly think.

I didn't find what I needed under the body, so I pulled out the fifth drawer. And if I thought the last drawer was bad, this one was worse, because it was in this drawer that everything had "puddled." Again, I knew I had to plunge my hands into the contents despite a lack of gloves or other sterile garb. By this time, the drawer was really falling apart and it was all I could do to keep it in the chest so all the contents wouldn't spill out onto my feet. I also noticed that the floor, which had been expensive tile just moments before, was now hard packed dirt, like that of an old basement or cellar. There were cobwebs and other haunted house type "decorations" where before it had been upscale furnishings and art work.

The feet of the chest of drawers were beginning to rot and crumble and I had to press my shoulder against it to keep from falling over on me. I was already in a panicked state because I knew if I didn't find whatever it was I was looking for, I was a dead woman, but it appeared I was going to be a dead woman anyway.

I woke up drenched in sweat. My heart is beating fast just remembering this to type it.


Mike Firesmith   Mike Firesmith wrote
on 4/26/2008 6:33:34 AM
In this dream the house represents to you your own life, and how you view it at this time. The house is a place of home, and apparently your comfort zone right now, in the present, feels good to you. The houses also represents the future, with its high aspirations, and many good things to come. Yet, there is something wrong. There is something missing. You learn for something more, you are searching for it, and you have a great fear that this search will lead you out of your comfort zone. As your home deteriorates around you, and this is the foremost symbol of this anxiety. Worse, you worry about your marriage, as is evident by finding your mother-in-law in the drawer. All in all, this is clearly an anxiety dream about your current life, and your desire to seek out more in it, and your fear that your husband is too set in his own comfort zone to forge ahead with you. Take Care, Mike

Lacuna Eidolon   Lacuna Eidolon wrote
on 4/24/2008 11:02:04 PM
I'll prolly wanna' stick with my own dreams/nightmares. That's quite the adventure you ha there. Ick.

KatieC   KatieC wrote
on 4/24/2008 8:23:59 PM
I am toying with the idea of writing this into some sort of short story or short screenplay. We'll see. Thanks for stopping by for a read. ~kate

lindsay   lindsay wrote
on 4/24/2008 8:05:05 PM
Creepy! A great read!

danicpa68   danicpa68 wrote
on 4/24/2008 7:54:40 PM
That was a really creepy dream, but you described it so well. My heart was beating fast just thinking of something or someone chasing you.

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Essay Description of a nightmare.