Peculiar dream last night…or was it this morning?

I can scarcely remember the order in which every detail occurred. What I do remember, however, is that there was this big, old castle, and I went to school there. (Possibly college./Hogwarts much?)

I just moved into the dormitory. It was at the very corner of the castle where it’s coldest in winter, and probably not very warm in summer either. I remember taking out all my stuff from the package and starting to arrange them on the desk, which was before a large, all-the-way-to-ceiling window where I get a clear view of the bleak, Scottish-like highland outside and, as if it wasn’t depressing enough, of the (frenzied) ocean waves crashing on the rocky seashore howling like crazy.

The wind was wailing outside, the window pane crackling and I winced, every time I entered the room, at the cold air that managed to find its way slipping into the room through wood cracks. The scene was just altogether the less delightful one you’ve ever seen and should be put directly in a ghost story aloof from modern world.

 

Somehow I was enjoying all of this.

Now there goes the unfathomable part.

Before I went there, I did a little research online and found out that a senior from high school also lived in that exact, same dorm room, god knows how many years ago. Personally I don’t know her, but from what she wrote she was a freshman just like I am now, and she was scared. Like, seriously, from-head-to-toe, crept out. Apparently she thought there was someone trying to kill her. She listed a few peculiar things that had happened to her that strengthened such belief. (and which I can’t remember were what exactly.)

So naturally, as I moved into the castle I paid more attention to my surroundings in the hope of figuring out what really happened to her and, to my not-so-great shock, the exact same things she had mentioned were starting to happen to me too.

I became paranoid. There were classes and lunches and party-in-the-dorms, so basically everything went off the way it should. But in my heart I was always kind of alarmed and wary. I freaked out at not being able to lock the windows up, at going back to my dorm only to find things not in the same places last time I saw them, at the weather getting colder and harsher, and at having a knife in my hands. I really don’t know what I meant by the last one, LOL, but there was a time when I got a knife from whoever-it-was, and I went all “OMG what if the killer sees me carry this, then he’d start suspecting I’ve figured out his identity.” So I tried to hide the knife behind my back, which was stupid and ridiculous now that I think of it. I got cut everywhere: arms, fingertips, back, waist…feel free to laugh.

In the end I knew it’s the son of the guardian. He was totally mental and was after me for no reason. But what fills in the blank of during my memory loss, I simply cannot recall.

So after I woke up I thought, for a moment, that this was probably the most realistic dream I’ve had in a while, although every dream looks realistic when being dreamed. You just can’t see the ridiculousness when you’re in it.

 

That said, the display of subconsciousness never did make sense to me. On second thought, it may be the king of surrealism. I misunderstood you, dear. You are the real artist, totally taking the cake here. Even the owner of your work can’t get you. Oh who else can?