the house of dreams

we've had some weird happenings in our house lately.  dreams are the main cause of it.  and when i say weird, i mean WEIRD.  t had one the other night that was SO bizarre, i'm not really going to even mention what it was on here.  i dream some weird stuff, but his topped mine by leaps and bounds and i'm not even going to get into analyzing the dream. 

First off, let me tell you a bit of reality.  we go to sleep with the T.V. on and it's on a timer that was set to turn off the T.V at 12 a.m.  it's been this way for years.  we've gone through power outages, etc. and it's always worked, we never have had to change or reset this. well, on Halloween, our power went out...for some reason, since this time, our t.v. hasn't been turning off at it's set time. t set it up again the night before last and it still wasn't working, therefore t.v. on all night.

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last night, i had this dream that i was interviewing for a job.  the issue was is that it was at a famous hotel in our area.  you may have heard of the Stanley Hotel?  it's the one in Estes Park that was the impetus for Stephen King to write The Shining when he stayed in some specific room and was motivated to write the story.  it's a beautiful hotel. when Juni and her hubs were here, we did the fake ghost tour while there and have vowed to go back when they come out for a trip, to do the overnight ghost trip stay.

so, anyway, i went through many, many interviews with various people at the stanley.  i kept asking them over and over again if the hotel was really haunted, and kept getting the same answer, "it is, but they rarely bother us".  this was so disturbing to me, i cannot tell you.  throughout the dream, i saw various pictures that people had taken in the hotel over the past week that had floating people, feet, shoes, etc.    i looked out the window at one point and there were people falling from clouds into a lake that the hotel was on (it's NOT on a lake).  all in all, i couldn't decide on what to do.  it (working at the Stanley) had been my dream, but i just couldn't get past the ghosts and the horrible feeling that i had the second i walked in there for my interviews. 

i woke up, and still had my eyes closed and i literally couldn't open them...i felt like someone was watching me.  it was awful and paralyzing.  i finally bit the bullet and ran to the shower.  glancing at the t.v. in the meantime and noting, "hmmmm, t must have gotten up and shut the t.v. off in the middle of the night".

i was telling t about this dream and said, "please, please, please, tell me that you shut the t.v. off". 

nope.