Trick, Treat, and Twilight

     The dusk settled thick over Sandoval, Illinois, a town now humming with the quiet murmurs of Halloween. Caught between the veil of sleep and the waking world, I found myself threading through the cool streets, each breath mingling with the cool whispers of autumn. Nearby, the familiar haven of my aunt and uncle's dwelling stood as a comforting silhouette against the eerie unfoldings of the night.

     The young adventurers, my nieces and nephews, embarked into the night's fold with laughter as their lanterns, their small fists holding onto bags yearning for candy. The town seemed to have tucked away its playful spirit, leaving the streets barren of other youthful trick-or-treaters.

     I trailed their innocent venture, my steps hurried by the cold fingers of concern that clutched at my heart. The streets of Sandoval seemed to cradle an eerie silence that night, a silence only broken by the distant laughter of my kin.

     As they delved deeper into the night's enigma, an unexpected turn sent a cold shiver down my spine. A figure emerged from the shadows, not menacing in appearance, but holding a subtle, unsettling intention. The script of their evening took an uncanny turn as this figure, veiled in enigma, obstructed their path home. Not a villain, but a keeper of unsettling whims borne from the night's whisper.

     Fueled by a gentle storm of love and fear, I stood firm against the veiled threat, the narrative of care against the obscure intentions carried by the Halloween night.

     Then, under a pale gleam of streetlight, a startling sight awaited as I glanced at my niece, Anna. Her leg bore the markings of eerie hollows, and peering into them revealed an unsettling emptiness, a surreal vision amidst the quaint and quiet streets of Sandoval.

     Guiding their tender souls back to the warm embrace of home, the scene shifted gently, leaving behind a quiet echo of eerie wonder. The night whispered a tale of mild dread, its words now nestled within the hushed corners of the mind, waiting to be inked under the soft glow of dawn's first light.

I wake up

Meanings: This dream might symbolize a myriad of unfolding scenarios, each carrying its own whisper of fate. It might be hinting at the acquisition of property, possibly through inheritance or legal channels, marking a tangible shift in material circumstances. Similarly, it could be foretelling a moment of recognition within community affairs, a moment under the spotlight of communal acknowledgment.

Amidst the hopeful whispers, there's also a hint of loss, an eerie foreshadowing that may be preparing the dreamer for an impending moment of letting go. Yet, as one door seemingly closes, another opens with the promise of good news soon to grace the dreamer's path, a silver lining amidst the cloud of uncertainty.

The dream also carries a soothing promise of liberation from worry, a gentle assurance that a tranquil mind might be on the horizon. It's a narrative interwoven with both hope and dread, a complex tapestry that reflects the multifaceted nature of life's unfolding journey. Each scene in the dream mirrors a possible reality, echoing both the fears and the hopes that accompany the human experience.

Michael Follows

A Nightmare From The Past

My family and I take a trip to a hotel. When in our room, Michael Myers, the slasher, shows up. We shoot him in the head. Thinking that he is dead, we leave.

The Family splits. They go east. I go west toward Missouri, but it's a mistake. I walk under a bridge and find a load of books on the concrete. I take a book that tells me something about Michael and his power and origin. A homeless man becomes angry that I took his text. Another gentleman comes and helps the argument. I'm allowed to have two books. The homeless man and the mediator walk over to the busy highway and start acting in a movie scene. I move along.

Near the sidewalk where everyone walks, I see Michael in civilian clothes but still wearing his mask. I run. I run for my life.

My family reunites at another hotel. We stand on the balcony. Looking a few floors down, we see Adam Sandler on a lower terrace. Without warning, three beautiful women on higher balconies jump off and fall to Adams. I feel that something is wrong. We grab the kids and run to the elevator. During the ride down, my brother-in-law is possessed by Michael. We escape him. We run throughout the hotel trying to make it outside.

In the end, we find ourselves at a church in the countryside where a wedding is taking place. I help an old man to his van, but it's not his vehicle. We click his beeper and a car at the corner of the gravel lot lights and sounds. In his car, I find an arsenal of guns. I take two large silver pistols and run into the church. I break up the wedding and tell everyone to leave. Michael is coming.

Michael comes, but this time he is a dark, flying demon. All who is there load up with guns from the old man's car. I grab a shotgun. Michael floats around the rafters of the church. I shoot at him several times, aiming for his face. I feel that if I shoot him in the face, it will kill him for good. We continue the firefight. I run out of slugs for my weapon. I run back out to the car to load back up again. This shotgun is strange, It releases a cartridge to load several different sized slugs into. I've never seen anything like it. When I return to the fight, I shoot Michael in the face. He disappears. I don't see him again after that. Dream ends.

I wake up

Sleep Talk Halloween Special

For the first time in the history of the Sleep Talk blog, I am going to document another person's dreams, my mothers.

In the year 1996, my mom and me were sitting on my bed talking and she decided to tell me of a series of nightmares that she had had several years earlier, before I was born. When she told me the dreams, I was so unnerved that I jolted out of my bed and left the room. Since that night, I have never forgotten them.

The series of nightmares occurred within a week in the year 1987. At the time, my father worked nights and my mom was home alone with my older sister, Kristen,  a newborn.

The following is told by my mother's perspective.


First Night

I'm lying in bed late at night. My husband is at work. I am alone. I hear the front door slam downstairs. Dream ends.

Second Night

I'm lying in bed late at night. My husband is at work. I am alone. I hear the front door slam downstairs. I hear footsteps trudging up the stairs toward my bedroom. Dream ends.

Third Night

I'm lying in bed late at night. My husband is at work. I am alone. I hear the front door slam downstairs. I turn over in my bed and through the darkness, see a man sitting on a stool in the corner of my room. I can't make out his face. I hear footsteps trudging up the stairs. I hear someone come into my room. He walks over to my bed. I turn over, look up and see a man standing by my bedside. He gets in bed with me. Dream ends.

Fourth Night

I'm lying in bed late at night. My husband is asleep next to me. I look and see a man standing in the doorway to the hall. Dream ends.

I wake up



On the fourth night, my mom was so startled from her dream, she woke up screaming. My dad calmed her. They then walked through the house and prayed over each room. After that night, the series of nightmares ended.

Happy Halloween From Sleep Talk

Nightmare Forest

Dream 10/13/2017

I'm on a country road. It is very busy. People are walking here and there, many of them my friends. On one side of the road is a forest. A buddy and I walk into the forest a bit. We get a good look into the vast jungle. What we see is very spooky. It looks like night although it is day. There is a grayish fog in the air that causes the trees to look rather ghostly. We know that this is the only spot that looks like this. The rest of the forest is nice.

I walk down the road and into the forest again. I swear this is the spooky spot that I entered before, although, it doesn't look scary. It is rather peaceful. The sun is shining down through the trees to reveal a calming river running through the woods. On the far side of the river are many log buildings. In the middle of this area is a colossal, dead tree. The limbs and branches that hang from it are larger than normal. This tree has seen many years come and go. I ask a nearby person if this is the spooky area. They ask the boy that is running the place. I don't get an answer.

Another friend of mine, Jordan, brings me to different part of the forest. He pulls back a branch so I can see. I look and see the gray fog and ghostly trees. It is almost like a spell has been cast. Fear enters my bones and chokes me up. Dream ends.

I wake up.

Future Serial Killers of America

Nightmare 1/4/2017

I know a boy. Something is wrong with him. Wrong with his demeanor. Wrong with his mind. He is the kind of person who tortures and kills animals just for fun. He is setting his eyes on a new target. A greater challenge. He is planning to kill my friend's mom with a knife. I couldn't tell you how I know this. I just do.

Time is running out. My friend and I rush back to his house to stop any planned execution from taking place. Our only hope is that we're not too late. When we enter his house we immediately yell for his mother. She answers. She is there. She is safe. No harm befell her. Where is the boy who tortures and kills animals just for fun?

...I never see or hear from him again. Dream end

I wake up

Haunted Basement

Nightmare 10/9/2015

We are at my cousins house in Sandoval, Illinois. Halloween is in the air.

     All of us are hanging out in the living room watching Television. My high school math teacher and his wife are sitting on the couch. My sister can't find the remote control so she decides to check in the basement which is incredibly haunted, to the point of poltergeist. I go with her. As we walk down the basement stairs I continually commands any demons living here to leave in the name of Jesus Christ. The basement is surprisingly nice. It's finished. There is a nice sectional with a TV and refrigerator. No luck on finding the remote, so we head upstairs. Every stair that I step on cracks in half. I make it to the landing. My sister is behind me. I don't know how she will make it to the top without the whole staircase collapsing. She makes it.

     The front door is open. I see a black mist in the doorway. I command the demons to leave in the name of Jesus Christ. I walk to the door and put my hand in the mist. I bring it back. Only cobwebs. Dream ends.

I wake up

Highway To Hell

Dream 7/21/2015

My friends and I are relaxing in a green field on Halloween.

     A beautiful but strange lady comes out of nowhere and asks for two volunteers for a dangerous mission. She makes it sound like we are running guns. She asks each of us if we are fans of AC/DC. She picks my friend, Jordan, and me. Jordan is the leader of the dangerous mission. Our assignment is to sell illegal copies of AC/DC's album, "Highway To Hell."

     We jump into a school bus and drive down the road to where my Jeep Wrangler is parked. Jordan drops me off. He then drives through a small pond to get to the parking lot on the other side. I meet him over there. We sell the albums to a group of kids.

     Jordan tells me to take my Jeep and get back to the lady as fast as I can. I take off. I get onto the highway but discover I am on the wrong side of the road. I quickly correct my mistake. I make it back to the green field.

     When Jordan returns, the lady pays us. She pays Jordan $100,000. She pays me a stack of food stamps. Dream ends.

I wake up.

The Rooftop

Dream 7/14/2015

I am given a job at my school to walk the rooftop and watch for pirates in the distance.

     I walk on one side of the roof and follow the edge all the way around. The roof is shaped like a horseshoe. Some of my friends join me in the walk. It becomes clear to me that the roof has become a storage area for the school. There is stuff everywhere.

     We wander over to one of the more lonely parts of the roof and find an elevator. We don't remember an elevator in our school. Just past the elevator is a door, kind of hidden, kind of not. You could find it if you were looking. We open it. We walk through. We come to a section of the roof that hasn't been touched for years but just like the other side, it is full of stuff. Stuff from years ago. We find a beautiful leather sectional pushed up against the wall, a pole with endless Halloween costumes strung across, strange machines that make lemonade in odd ways. We even find a canopy with gold and diamonds and rare jewels hidden away. I think that this section of the roof belonged to the senior class years ago and its been forgotten.

     On the other side of the roof, the normal not-so secret side, we find hidden in the corner many molotov cocktails. My friends and I get a sneaking suspician that the pirates have been here before and they have stashed weapons for the war. A noise catches our attention. A pirate ship is docking next to the roof. The ship is full of battle-thirsty men ready to kill. I tell my friends to grab the cocktails and light them. Before the ship is completely docked, we launch the molotovs into the boat. The men have nowhere to run. If they jump they will die. If they stay they will die. I guess you can figure out the outcome.

     We win the battle over the pirates. Perhaps they were coming for that secret stashed treasure over in the old senior wing. We celebrate. My friend, Tim, tries out one of the those strange lemonade machines. He follows the instructions. He takes a clear glass bowl, and puts it under the first spout and some ice falls into it. The second spout drops sugar, the third must be flavoring or something and finally the fourth is lemonade. I don't want to try it because it's been there for years, everything in it is old but Tim tries it and is pleased. Another friend, Kelso, comes over and tries it and likes it as well.

     My shift is over for the day. As we head for the exit, Tim finds a fridge full of drinks. I look at the expiration date for a Mountain Dew. It's only a few months old. Have at it, Tim. Dream ends.

I wake up.

Halloween

Dream 6-23-13

Today is Halloween. The school I attend is holding a costume ball. A few of my friends are over to find a costume. They both decide to go as leatherface. I have the idea to go as a girl. I'll wear a wig and a pretty dress.

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Before I go to the costume ball, I must take a trip to Redding, California. I make it to the Golden State, to a little church in the north called Bethel. Here at the church is a diner, I decide to walk in and rest my feet. Being a people watcher, I take a quick gander at those sitting around me. Many of them are older. There is a mountain man with a long beard sitting in the corner. Good conversations abound. 

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I leave the diner. Just outside, in the parking lot, there is a crowd gathering. Some guy has just dared an old man to do 4,000 push-ups on the spot. The old man takes the bet, drops to the ground, and begins the up and downs. To my surprise, he makes it to 3,997 and then he stops on purpose. I don't know why he does it. He says that hes proved his point.

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My business is finished here in Redding, so I put on my wig and my pretty dress and I head back to my school for the Halloween costume ball. Dream ends.

I wake up.