I had maybe the weirdest dream of my life last night. It was the kind of dream where – because you only woke up to use the potty and were still dead tired so you went back to bed – you pound your head to make sure you don’t forget it.
It was like watching a movie in full Technicolor glory and the plot was intense and twisted. The events were so bizarre! It was sort of like a time-warp crime drama and naturally I had to spill it to my Beloved as soon as I woke up because if anyone could write this, he can. And I hope he does!
But where do I come up with this stuff? I wasn’t in the dream, nor was anyone I knew. I’ve never been to the place I dreamt about. Most people’s dreams feature themselves, but mine often don’t. That seems odd to me, but I guess it’s probably par for the course.
So would you like to know a little more about my dream? Okay, since you asked so nicely, I’ll tell you! 😉
There was a large party going on at a palatial estate located in some hilly region of New England. The people having the party were quite wealthy and there were perhaps 100 invited guests – an evening gown and tux type of affair. This event took place in May of 1944. For unknown reasons, 6-12 people – dressed to blend in with the guests – started killing people using knives, garrotes, small caliber guns. Unknown to the killers, about 8 people managed to hide from the attack and survived. Once the killers left and the survivors found each other, they picked up a phone to call for help. A dispatch center in 2009 answered.
For over 6 decades, the estate had sat empty and no one ever really knew why. No one knew about the attack that had taken place there. It was always known as “that such-and-such estate on the hill.” No one ever really paid it that much attention. Now the cops have several survivors who claim it’s 1944, almost 100 bodies to identify and bury, and a case that’s 65 years new.
How’s that? A major time warp, no? Does it sound as good to you now as it did to me when I woke up? Or am I like totally crazy? I think Darc could write this, even though it’s more a crime thing than a horror thing. Maybe I’ll dream some more of it tonight – that would rock. Then I could find out why the bad guys were there killing people, and I might find out all the twists and turns of it all. I hope I do, because I really want to know what happened and why!