Odd one. I was in Bristol with my brother and we were walking in our old neighbourhood, where we played as kids. It was daytime, I'd say early afternoon. We started to walk up the drive of the Hamilton's house, our next door neighbours. There was a drive all the way up the right hand side of the house leading to a gate to their back garden. In real life, it is a terrace like my parent's house and all the other houses in the street, but I suppose I gentrified the neighbourhood in my dream.
I got a little nervous approaching the back garden's gate, because they were fearsome neighbours, contrary to reality, but Paul urged me on. Then, on the right, where there should have been another semi, there was a low fence behhind which was a mound of muddy rubble leading up to the side of a building (may have been a house, this wasn't fleshed out inthe dream) and on the rubble was standing a boy of about six years old dressed like Oliver or the Artful Dodger. My brother sweetly greeted him and encouraged him to come down. Again I was nervous about this (in my childhood strange adults sweetly greeting children were something to be scared of) but he came down and talked to me. He and his clothes were a washed out bluish monochrome. As he came up to me I figured it out and boldly asked him, "So, when did you die?" "1387" he replied without missing a beat. My dream persona was a bit worried as to whether this was a wise way to start an interaction with a ghost, but it seemed to pay off.
It turned out he died in a mining accident (maybe I wanted to say 1837) as did one of his chums who turned up and also died in 1387. I thought maybe there had been some catastrophe on this land and that's why they haunted it, but another child arrived who died in 1386 from something else which wasn't clear but which wasn't mining. While I was talking to the first child, my brother quietly took out his digital camera and took a photo. When the flash went off, the lighting of the whole area changed to twilight. The ghost told him it wouldn't come out, and it didn't. A little while later I was talking to two young girl ghosts, and I asked them if I could take a photo. They said it would work on one and not the other, and I started to suspect that one wasn't a ghost. I took the photo, but the screen on my digital camera was so tiny (about 1x1.5cm) I couldn't tell if they were in it, and nor could my brother. I said I was going, and that I would be back, and asked if they would. "Maybe," they replied.
Back in the house, I found Noriko, who was ironing. "Would you like to meet a ghost?" I asked, expecting scorn. I was surprised, and she came out to meet them. It was daylight again, and there was no one there. There was, however, a really nasty looking 3D spider-web with a ball of carcass-debris in the middle and many spiders running down the strands bringing in prey. I speculated that they were building a nest with insect shells as defense, but then a vile looking black scorpion - about the size of a lobster and with red eyes where a bird would have them - started to chase me. There was limited room to manoeuvre because the drive had reverted to the alley down the side of the back of the house - about 1.3m across. As the scorpion reached my back foot my leg gave a massive twitch and I woke up.
Posted by Oxygenik at January 10, 2006 9:26 AM