I am trying to work out just why I keep having such bizarre dreams lately - what is triggering them?
As the summer draws ever closer my hayfever is kicking in - could this be the culprit of my midnight antics?
Last night was not my night off.
I awoke in the middle of the night to find myself pulling everything out of my washing basket.
'Why?', I hear you ask.
Good question.
I think I must have woken up halfway through this clear-out to realise that I thought there was a person in there.
I was trying to get rid of them.
Of course - what else would I have been doing?
Each night I anticipate a restful sleep with no interruptions in the form of crazy dreams or antics.
Its just not going to happen!
Zzz
- Loulabella posting from her iPhone
Showing posts with label The Paranormal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Paranormal. Show all posts
Saturday, 4 June 2011
Friday, 27 May 2011
Nightmare No. 2
Yes, my night was full of bad dreams last night - I blame the hayfever.
However, the second was even scarier than the first. It does not need as much detail as the first but I shall give you the gist...
Basically, I found myself in love with my teacher and I was so angry that he had already started a relationship with one of the girls in my class.
Don't worry, I wasn't at school - we were all about the age I am now (25) so there was nothing wrong about it. I imagine we must have been at university.
I was devastated about this other girl. So much so that I found myself being really nasty to her. It was awful - I was so mean.
The teacher had even picked up on my bullying and told me he hated me.
I was relentless. He had to be mine. I wanted him so much. I took a different approach...
I was nice to the girl instead. This backfired and I was seen as two-faced. I didn't know what else to do.
However, next thing I know, an aircraft came blazing onto the field outside of the building. It was scary stuff.
I was stood next to the girl and the teacher came over. He grabbed me instead of her and started to kiss me.
I woke up and felt unwell. That teacher was...
Butt Chin! (aka Mr Schue/Matthew Morrison from Glee)
- Loulabella posting from her iPhone
However, the second was even scarier than the first. It does not need as much detail as the first but I shall give you the gist...
Basically, I found myself in love with my teacher and I was so angry that he had already started a relationship with one of the girls in my class.
Don't worry, I wasn't at school - we were all about the age I am now (25) so there was nothing wrong about it. I imagine we must have been at university.
I was devastated about this other girl. So much so that I found myself being really nasty to her. It was awful - I was so mean.
The teacher had even picked up on my bullying and told me he hated me.
I was relentless. He had to be mine. I wanted him so much. I took a different approach...
I was nice to the girl instead. This backfired and I was seen as two-faced. I didn't know what else to do.
However, next thing I know, an aircraft came blazing onto the field outside of the building. It was scary stuff.
I was stood next to the girl and the teacher came over. He grabbed me instead of her and started to kiss me.
I woke up and felt unwell. That teacher was...
Butt Chin! (aka Mr Schue/Matthew Morrison from Glee)
- Loulabella posting from her iPhone
The Midnight Strangler
I had a very strange nightmare last night.
It started off that I was in a complex with Rob and his friend. It seemed school-like but I don't think it was. We were trapped inside.
The reason we could not get out was because it was being taken over by gangs.
We managed to make our way to a deserted corridor, even though we could hear the gangs coming. They were chanting. No, they were growling.
We were running through the corridor. No lights but we could see through the dark. Slightly.
When we got further down the corridor I noticed that I was alone. I could here the boys' voices but I could not locate them.
I saw a door. Someone was in there. The door frame was aglow from the light inside.
I pushed my way in. I had to escape the looming gangs. Their growls had become more of a rattle now.
It was a small room. There were several racks of clothes lining the walls. It looked like it belonged to an actress from the 30s.
In the far corner there was an old lady sitting at a dressing table. A sole candle illuminated her face. It was Mavis from Coronation Street (who, bizarrely, has not been seen in the show since 1997).
I noticed there was no window in the small room.
Mavis was wearing a long, old-fashioned nightdress. She looked like someone from a Brontë novel.
I watched as she stood up slowly and edged forward with, what looked like, a necklace in her hand. Her smile became more of a grimace as she made her way into the shadows.
I tried to back away. I turned to open the door but there was no handle. Was that my only exit?
When I turned back round, Mavis was right in front of me. I had not heard her move quickly. I had not heard her move at all. I noticed that her eyes were tinged with what can only be described as the cold. Like a shark.
She raised both hands. Each forming an arc that was pointed toward me.
I tried to scream.
Nothing came out.
I could not move.
Her face had turned menacing.
Her wrinkled fingers drew closer to my neck.
They clamped together.
A vice-like grip on my throat.
I couldn't breath...
I woke up, lying on my back, with a dry throat. I shot up from my pillow and turned on my bedside lamp.
My heart was pounding.
It had all felt so real...
- Loulabella posting from her iPhone
It started off that I was in a complex with Rob and his friend. It seemed school-like but I don't think it was. We were trapped inside.
The reason we could not get out was because it was being taken over by gangs.
We managed to make our way to a deserted corridor, even though we could hear the gangs coming. They were chanting. No, they were growling.
We were running through the corridor. No lights but we could see through the dark. Slightly.
When we got further down the corridor I noticed that I was alone. I could here the boys' voices but I could not locate them.
I saw a door. Someone was in there. The door frame was aglow from the light inside.
I pushed my way in. I had to escape the looming gangs. Their growls had become more of a rattle now.
It was a small room. There were several racks of clothes lining the walls. It looked like it belonged to an actress from the 30s.
In the far corner there was an old lady sitting at a dressing table. A sole candle illuminated her face. It was Mavis from Coronation Street (who, bizarrely, has not been seen in the show since 1997).
I noticed there was no window in the small room.
Mavis was wearing a long, old-fashioned nightdress. She looked like someone from a Brontë novel.
I watched as she stood up slowly and edged forward with, what looked like, a necklace in her hand. Her smile became more of a grimace as she made her way into the shadows.
I tried to back away. I turned to open the door but there was no handle. Was that my only exit?
When I turned back round, Mavis was right in front of me. I had not heard her move quickly. I had not heard her move at all. I noticed that her eyes were tinged with what can only be described as the cold. Like a shark.
She raised both hands. Each forming an arc that was pointed toward me.
I tried to scream.
Nothing came out.
I could not move.
Her face had turned menacing.
Her wrinkled fingers drew closer to my neck.
They clamped together.
A vice-like grip on my throat.
I couldn't breath...
I woke up, lying on my back, with a dry throat. I shot up from my pillow and turned on my bedside lamp.
My heart was pounding.
It had all felt so real...
- Loulabella posting from her iPhone
Sunday, 15 May 2011
Ghost Hunters
This is something that bugs me each time I watch a show like Most Haunted, Paranormal Investigators, Haunted Homes etc...
Why, oh why, do the investigating team always plead with the ghosts to make a noise then, when they do, they run off screaming into the night?
I appreciate the situation is quite frightening but these people have chosen to do that job. Surely they know what they are letting themselves in for?
Perhaps this will remain as one of life's mysteries...
Unless, of course, someone can explain to me why this happens?!
*Woooooooo*
- Loulabella posting from her iPhone
Why, oh why, do the investigating team always plead with the ghosts to make a noise then, when they do, they run off screaming into the night?
I appreciate the situation is quite frightening but these people have chosen to do that job. Surely they know what they are letting themselves in for?
Perhaps this will remain as one of life's mysteries...
Unless, of course, someone can explain to me why this happens?!
*Woooooooo*
- Loulabella posting from her iPhone
Tuesday, 10 May 2011
Freaky Sleeper
I want to invite you into my sleep world where anything can happen during the night.
You may have experienced a restless night yourself. A night where you chatter to your partner about something random, or even woken yourself up from chattering.
Also, sleep walking is always fun to hear about. You may have awoken to find yourself standing in the kitchen making a ham sandwich as a midnight treat (I hear that a lot) or gotten into bed with your girlfriend/boyfriend's Mom/Dad! (Crikey!!)
All of these shenanigans make for great entertainment, whether it happened to you or someone else. It happens to me quite regularly. I shall share a few stories with you. You may have experienced something similar yourselves...
1. I've always known that I talk in my sleep. My parents used to hear me when I'd nodded off on the sofa. Just random words or a chattering of teeth. The first proper time I found out though was when I went on a school trip with school and had to share a dorm room with three other girls. We'd done rock-climbing that day.
I had fallen asleep and two of the girls carried on talking. I shouted out "I can't climb it!"
"Climb what?" asked Girl A.
"The wall!"
"What wall?"
"That wall! I can't climb it!"
Girl B turned on the light and I was sat up in bed, eyes open.
"Lou, are you awake?" asked Girl B.
"Yeah, I've been awake the whole time!"
Needless to say, I do not remember any of this and only heard of it the following morning.
2. Several times when I have stayed at my boyfriend's house I have either woken myself up or been told the following morning about my crazy antics during the night.
Most nights I would jump up in bed, throw my arms in the air(and wave them like I just don't care! Say ayyyyy-ohhhhhh...) and try to stop the boxes, planks of wood etc, from falling onto us.
Needless to say, there was nothing falling from the sky.
3. I have woken the whole of my family up by shouting "IT WASN'T ME!" about three times. No one knows who I was shouting at or what it was about. All we know is that it wasn't me...
4. And, finally, my favourite of the lot...
I had a dream once that I was squirting a bottle of liquid into a bucket. I remember it so clearly to this day - it was a big plastic bottle and the bucket was a wooden barrel type.
My mom came into my room first thing in the morning to bring me a drink. She woke me up by shouting "What's that??"
I looked to my bedside table where there was my empty glass from the night before...filled halfway with a white substance. Next to it was a bottle of hand cream with the lid off. It didn't take long to work out what had happened.
...
These are just a few examples of the things I get up to during the night. I'd love to know other people's tales and experiences so feel free to share.
The craziest story will win the title of 'Sleep Walker/Talker of the Year'
- Loulabella posting from her iPhone
You may have experienced a restless night yourself. A night where you chatter to your partner about something random, or even woken yourself up from chattering.
Also, sleep walking is always fun to hear about. You may have awoken to find yourself standing in the kitchen making a ham sandwich as a midnight treat (I hear that a lot) or gotten into bed with your girlfriend/boyfriend's Mom/Dad! (Crikey!!)
All of these shenanigans make for great entertainment, whether it happened to you or someone else. It happens to me quite regularly. I shall share a few stories with you. You may have experienced something similar yourselves...
1. I've always known that I talk in my sleep. My parents used to hear me when I'd nodded off on the sofa. Just random words or a chattering of teeth. The first proper time I found out though was when I went on a school trip with school and had to share a dorm room with three other girls. We'd done rock-climbing that day.
I had fallen asleep and two of the girls carried on talking. I shouted out "I can't climb it!"
"Climb what?" asked Girl A.
"The wall!"
"What wall?"
"That wall! I can't climb it!"
Girl B turned on the light and I was sat up in bed, eyes open.
"Lou, are you awake?" asked Girl B.
"Yeah, I've been awake the whole time!"
Needless to say, I do not remember any of this and only heard of it the following morning.
2. Several times when I have stayed at my boyfriend's house I have either woken myself up or been told the following morning about my crazy antics during the night.
Most nights I would jump up in bed, throw my arms in the air
Needless to say, there was nothing falling from the sky.
3. I have woken the whole of my family up by shouting "IT WASN'T ME!" about three times. No one knows who I was shouting at or what it was about. All we know is that it wasn't me...
4. And, finally, my favourite of the lot...
I had a dream once that I was squirting a bottle of liquid into a bucket. I remember it so clearly to this day - it was a big plastic bottle and the bucket was a wooden barrel type.
My mom came into my room first thing in the morning to bring me a drink. She woke me up by shouting "What's that??"
I looked to my bedside table where there was my empty glass from the night before...filled halfway with a white substance. Next to it was a bottle of hand cream with the lid off. It didn't take long to work out what had happened.
...
These are just a few examples of the things I get up to during the night. I'd love to know other people's tales and experiences so feel free to share.
The craziest story will win the title of 'Sleep Walker/Talker of the Year'
- Loulabella posting from her iPhone
Wednesday, 4 May 2011
Sparky and George
Well, I had quite the fright last night...
I was messing around on my phone before going to sleep (iPhones are too addictive) and, as the battery is so rubbish, I routinely plugged mine in to charge.
Now, before I go on, I just want to confirm that the charger in question was not the original Apple one that came with the phone. This was a different one with a little red light that my bro gave me when I couldn't find my original.
So, the scene is set. I turned round to turn my bedside lamp off and was greeted with a bizarre sound coming from the opposite side of the bed (where my phone and the charger were residing). It sounded like when you run your fingernail up and down a zip seam. That kind of clicking noise.
When I looked, there was nothing there and I had no idea what it could be. I tugged on the wire thinking it might have been rubbing against the zip of my bag which was lying beside it.
It was as soon as I realised that my bag does not have a zip that a huge blue spark frazzled out of the plug. Holy smokes, Batman!
I have never seen anything like it. For a split second I thought that perhaps it would send me off into the past. Obviously then I remembered cool stuff like that doesn't happen in real life. Damn Marty McFly gets all the fun. Maybe I should get myself a flux capacitor...?
Anyway, I'm deviating, the point of the matter is that it was very scary and I'd never seen anything like it before. I quickly switched it off and, after building up the courage, I pulled the plug from the socket.
Luckily, (I think) I'm ok! *twitch*twitch*
- Loulabella posting from her iPhone
I was messing around on my phone before going to sleep (iPhones are too addictive) and, as the battery is so rubbish, I routinely plugged mine in to charge.
Now, before I go on, I just want to confirm that the charger in question was not the original Apple one that came with the phone. This was a different one with a little red light that my bro gave me when I couldn't find my original.
So, the scene is set. I turned round to turn my bedside lamp off and was greeted with a bizarre sound coming from the opposite side of the bed (where my phone and the charger were residing). It sounded like when you run your fingernail up and down a zip seam. That kind of clicking noise.
When I looked, there was nothing there and I had no idea what it could be. I tugged on the wire thinking it might have been rubbing against the zip of my bag which was lying beside it.
It was as soon as I realised that my bag does not have a zip that a huge blue spark frazzled out of the plug. Holy smokes, Batman!
I have never seen anything like it. For a split second I thought that perhaps it would send me off into the past. Obviously then I remembered cool stuff like that doesn't happen in real life. Damn Marty McFly gets all the fun. Maybe I should get myself a flux capacitor...?
Anyway, I'm deviating, the point of the matter is that it was very scary and I'd never seen anything like it before. I quickly switched it off and, after building up the courage, I pulled the plug from the socket.
Luckily, (I think) I'm ok! *twitch*twitch*
- Loulabella posting from her iPhone
Thursday, 28 April 2011
Ghost?
Oooh, very bizarre...
I was just watching Coronation Street (that's one of the English soap operas for all you lovely non-Brits! xx) with the 'rents when we paused it to discuss something trivial about the show.
That's when we heard the printer turn itself on in the back room. We all sat looking at each other bemused before hearing a knocking sound coming from across the other side of the living room. Then...
Our Jack Russell, Zeus, started barking at 'nothing'!
Needless to say we're all a little freaked out...
- Loulabella posting from her iPhone
I was just watching Coronation Street (that's one of the English soap operas for all you lovely non-Brits! xx) with the 'rents when we paused it to discuss something trivial about the show.
That's when we heard the printer turn itself on in the back room. We all sat looking at each other bemused before hearing a knocking sound coming from across the other side of the living room. Then...
Our Jack Russell, Zeus, started barking at 'nothing'!
Needless to say we're all a little freaked out...
- Loulabella posting from her iPhone
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