You're Calling the Wrong Person

I mainly only remember the end of this dream where I was sitting at my desk at work and my desk phone rang. My boss, John, was right behind me, so I had to answer it instead of allowing it to ring. I really didn't want to answer it, but I knew if I let it ring, John would be angry with me. I picked up the phone and answered, and the person on the other end started yelling at me and telling me how I was messing everything up. There were a bunch of things that they said I was doing wrong, and I realized I hadn't done any of those things to begin with. I wound up telling them that they were calling the wrong person, but they kept yelling at me and telling me I was wrong. I was getting ready to hang up, but I woke up.

Escaping From The Research Factory House

[Yet another one gone back over six months after having it, so many details are lost.]

I was in my house, and I was in the computer room by the front door. I had started to go out to the living room area, and as I looked around, I saw that the rest of the house looked like a cross between a laboratory of some sort and a gigantic factory. Even though it was a huge area, it still felt like it fit inside of the 2000 sq ft of our house. Things were very gray, and it seems that I remember seeing a lot of biological mess around, almost as if it were some sort of dissection lab.

I turned towards the front door to leave, and there was a dark haired woman near by that seemed very mysterious. It was like she was keeping herself hidden while still making herself known to me, almost as if she had some sort of supernatural ability to be hidden and visible at the same time. The feeling that I remember is something like a vampire. She was harsh and taunting without being angry or violent. I'm not sure if I just knew, or if she told me, but I somehow found out that in order to leave the house, I had to propose to her. I didn't want to because I knew that my wife, Emily, would be furious, but I wanted out of the house at the same time. I don't remember if I ever gave in and got out of the house.

Rainbow of Ants and Spiders

I was in a single story house that I didn't recognize, but it was supposed to belong to my mom. There were people visiting, and I don't remember exactly what they were doing, but mom and I were getting really tired of seeing them there. They were doing stupid stuff like putting garbage in the recycling can and stuff like that.

Mom and I went out to the garage and saw that both the garbage can and the recycling can were full of the wrong stuff. We proceeded to exchange the contents of both cans, and afterwards we left the garage. There was a large pool in the back yard. It was very sunny out, and there was one of those ruddy red stained fences that went around the entire yard. We were on a stone walkway that went around the perimeter of the yard, and there was a storage shed or guest house to our left. (the yard was to our right)

We were standing out there talking about wishing that the people would leave when I looked to my right and noticed a huge ant hill that was about sixteen inches across and six inches high. The hill was the same color as the fence, which was kind of a brick red. As I looked closely, I saw very small fire ants running around all over the surface of the hill and into the grass. A few were up on the sidewalk, too.

We started back towards the house. The guest house was now on our right and the main house was directly in front of us, heading off to our left. The back porch was on our left as well. It reminded me quite a bit of my in-laws' back yard and screen porch in Maryland. As we turned back to the house, I noticed another ant hill. It looked roughly the same as the first, but maybe a little more spread out and more oddly shaped. The ants were much bigger and solid black, but the hill was the same brick color as the first.

Then the sidewalk turned left and followed across the back of the house. I noticed several more ant hills in the yard, but each one was a different color. There was a bright green one, and a bright blue one, a purple, and maybe a couple of others. One of the ant hills was actually a spider hill, and there were these fat black widow looking spiders all over it. They weren't actually black widows, though. I knew they were basically non-poisonous, and they were solid black.

I continued past it, glad that I didn't have to worry about trying to really get around it, but when I got to the porch I got a nasty shock. There was another spider "hill" on the outside of the screened in porch, and there were spiders all over the outside of the wall. There was one particularly big and fat spider that was riding a web strand down in front of the door. I think I had something in my hand like a yellow dry-erase board eraser, and I flung it off to my right side towards the house, catching that spider with it, sending it swinging over about ten feet to the right like a pendulum.

While the spider was off to the right, I hurried and opened the door and mom and I ran through. I think while I was going through, the spider swung back in my direction and I felt it bounce off the back of my head. I had my shoulders hunched up tight, and after I got to the interior of the porch, I ran my hands back over my head as if I was trying to squeeze water from my hair from front to back so that I could make sure there was no spiders on me. I did this three times, and after the third time I was relatively convinced that there was no spider on me.

I opened the door to the house and went inside. Mom was following me in, and as we went inside, I saw the people there that we didn't like very much. I thought about how they would be leaving soon, and I felt a sense of relief.

I Found The Dead

Em (wife) and I were looking around at a large house that we were considering buying. I think we were there with a real estate agent and a couple of family members, and as we were walking around the house, we were taking pictures.

The house reminded me of a church somewhat like Pleasant Valley Church. The first picture that we took was from the entry way of the main living area which happened to be the most like the sanctuary. That's really the only area I remember taking pictures of, although I know I took lots of pictures throughout the visit. I don't even remember most of the visit.

At the end, Em and I had taken the memory card out of her digital camera and we were loading the pictures on a computer in order to look better at the house and come to a decision about whether or not to buy it.

The first picture loaded, and when I saw it, it scared me so badly that I woke up. It was the first picture of the sanctuary, and even though when I took the picture there wasn't anyone in there, the picture showed hundreds of people all standing in the sanctuary, packed together, and facing me as I took the picture. They were the spirits of the dead from the cemetery. They all had short dark hair, but varied as much as a normal crowd in every other way. There were men, women, children, young, and old. They were all pale and had dark circles around their eyes. All of their eyes looked into mine as I saw the picture.

Evil Rogue Angelics

I was in mom's most recent room (at the top of the stairs and to the left) at grandmamma's house, and it had grown to be very large, about 40 feet square or so. I'm not sure exactly what was going on or how it started, but after a very short amount of time there were these beings in the room called "Rogues."

These Rogues basically angelic in form, but I knew that they were evil at heart. They were all circled around the room, and there were supposed to be thirteen of them. I didn't count, but I just knew how many there were. They had white feathery wings, and their faces were stretched back towards the back of their heads. They all had these huge grins on their faces, and their mouths stretched back along with the rest of their faces so that the corners of their mouths were back by their back molars. Their teeth, though very white, were very sharp and ragged. Their noses were flat, and their eyes were white and glowing. Their eyes were also stretched back a good bit, making them hardly more than slits with bright white light shining out from behind them. Their hair was strange. It was almost like a cartoon. It was black, and it was supposed to be in dreadlocks or long Pollyanna type curls, but they were all too perfect in shape, and looked more like cylinders than curls or dreads.

They all stood around in a giant circle, staring blankly, yet intently, at the floor in the middle of them. It was like they were just waiting for something, but not really looking at anything or for anything. None of them acknowledged my presence, and part of me was glad.

I decided to leave and go get Em, my wife, to show her these Rogues. I left the room and turned left, as if I were going to go into my old upstairs bedroom. There was no door on that room, and as I went in, it looked more like a large lobby to a skyscraper type of office building or hotel than a bedroom. I went forward, and there was an elevator there.

I opened the elevator doors and went in, but it was weird. Rather than getting into the elevator car, I was supposed to reach up and hold onto the top edge of the outside of it and ride it by hanging on. As I grabbed hold, the whole car skewed to about a 45 degree angle (so it looked more like a rhombus than a rectangle) away from me so that I was kind of laying against the leaning surface, and the elevator started to head up in that same angled direction.

I started out on the second floor of the house, but this elevator "only" went up to the ninth floor. I had to get off there and take the express elevator up to the 47th floor where Em was staying. When I got up to that floor, there were a bunch of young women (college age) running around in the halls and having a fit because I was there. Evidently this was supposed to be like a women's college dorm or something, and technically I wasn't allowed in there. I went straight ahead down the hallway, ignoring all the upset women, and turned right. After going about halfway down that hallway, I turned left into Em's room. I think the door was already open. I grabbed Em's hand and told her she had to come with me to see these things.

We were suddenly back downstairs in the middle of mom's expanded room, and the Rogues were still standing around as before. I'm not sure if Em said something or if I suddenly just realized, but I came to understand that Em couldn't see the Rogues at all, although I'm not sure that she didn't believe me.

As I started walking around the Rogues, looking at each one, but none of them looking at me, I started to realize other things. First, a small number of these Rogues (less than half, so maybe five or six) were stapled by their wings to what appeared to be poster board. To the right (my right, their left) of each of these few Rogues, they had copies of themselves standing next to them and stapled to the same piece of poster board. The copies were facing in the exact same way as the originals, looking at the same spot in the middle of them all.

Another thing that I realized was that these copies and the poster board was invisible to all the other Rogues in the room. Even the ones who had copies didn't know any of the others had copies. So for every copy, there were only two people who knew that they were there: that Rogue that it belonged to and myself. I somehow understood that these copies were there for the benefit of the Rogue it belonged to, and was going to help them in overthrowing the other Rogues, although I'm not sure in what way or how two could over throw thirteen plus another four or five unknown copies.

The third thing that I realized was that these copies were not yet endowed with any sort of mental capacity. They were just physical copies. They were known to me as "copies" and not "clones" because a clone could be seen as being a mentally and spiritually complete clone of the original Rogue. They were under complete control of the Rogue to which they belonged.

Upon realizing all of these things at once, they all started to move. The Rogues and their secret copies started circling the room, and then after a moment they started leaving the room through the wall that would be at the "front" of the house. They left in single file form, except for those who had the copies of themselves. They, of course, left in pairs since they were stapled to one another via the poster board.

As they left the room through the wall, I saw that a door had opened in the wall and led to a transparent walkway or stairs that curved up slightly and to the left. The wall became mostly transparent to me, and I could see a world of clear columns, pagodas, temples and such that they were leaving into. Everything in that world was transparent, seemingly made of glass.

As they walked up their pathway/stairs, I think I got the impression that they were boarding a pirate ship that they had come in on, although I don't recall actually seeing one.