apríl 05, 2005

Dreams of a young Norwegian boy and poltergeists

And J-Lo, but we'll get to that.

Last night, I apparantly had a great time in my dreams. Or, rather, my dreams had a great time with me. I know what most of the triggers were but that doesn't make it any less weird.

The first dream (which enveloped the second dream) was all about a family who moved into a haunted house. The family had small children, the house was really nice - definitely Northeastern style. Maybe something in Connecticut. The mother - a friend of mine but at the same time, I was privvy to her thoughts as if she was me - was being plagued by a rather frightening but harmless poltergeist. More like a curmudgeony ghost, prone to popping its face up in the yogurt container at unexpected moments or rearranging furniture, not throwing things. And while the mother tried hard to just accept the ghost as another inhabitant of the house, he was really annoying in that goblins in Labyrinth way. Always in the way.

So, after a visit, playing with the kids and being harassed by that damn poltergeist, I decide to walk down the snow-covered hill to town and stop by the local bar. There, I met up with my intern. It wasn't long before I noticed a young man in a Kaneohe t-shirt who was about to leave with his friends. This man stepped up to the bartender to bid her goodbye, so I took the opportunity to ask him about his t-shirt. He answered, in an accent I can't remember, that he'd gotten it on tour. Then he proceeded to sing us a little song before he went on his way. My intern was all giddy that some band guy had sung to us. In my dream, I recognized him but now can't remember who he was. Then, out of nowhere, I recognized another young, precious man standing next to us. I politely asked him if he was Sondre Lerche. He said, yes, indeed he was. I mentioned that I thought he was the bees knees. He was quite happy to be recognized and decided that he'd sing to us as well. He sang "Human Nature" and made the entire bar crowd sing the other part of the duet (as he does in concert). Then he sang a few more songs and thanked my intern and me before he left. By now, my intern was practically bouncing with joy, being so starstruck. She kept saying how cool it was that I knew of this "Russian? German?" (I told her "Norwegian.") singer and that he'd been so nice. She was so excited, it was sweet. And really, Sondre is such a darling man, it's obvious why he has so many adoring girls fawning over him at his shows. Plus, he writes such catchy songs, how can one not love the little cherub? Ok, have I mentally patted him on his head like a doddering auntie? Anyway, I digress.

I decided that I'd better head back to the haunted house. When I reached it, I was surprised to see a For Sale sign in the front yard. My friend told me, upon entering, that they'd just had enough and had to move but that it was a tough sell. No matter how beautiful the house was, the poltergeist kept scaring all the potential buyers. It was stressful for her, as she tried to give people tours, feed the baby and keep the ghost at bay. We stood on the stair landing and looked out the window as she pointed out the beautiful stained glass windows from the church next door that reflected colored light into their stairwell. It was lovely light and the colors on the stairs were in full glory. However, the ghost decided to pop out of the mirror, ruining the moment. Somehow, we knew the ghost was attached to the church.

In some strange twist that only makes sense in dreams, I found myself standing in the same house, only instead of it being haunted, I was watching a television show about a house being haunted. As the opening titles came on, I scoffed at how the main character was being portrayed by Jennifer Lopez. Sweetie pointed out that perhaps I had a bit of a bias against J-Lo. I agreed, but it still seemed a silly person to cast in the role of the mother to me.

I much preferred Sondre Lerche singing to us.

How fitting that as I write that last sentance, the song that just started is "Two Way Monologue" (iTunes is on random).

( 08:35 FH | dreams. )

Comments

I can't even begin to describe how our dreams interesected, but they did. In strange ways. And it's indirectly your fault cause I was showing friends the asylum out in WVA the other day and somehow that was connected. My dream was full of norwegians, but they were ghost hunters and not famous people. weird. weird. weird.

Posted by: skarlet at 05.04.05 19:40

Mmm. Weston Asylum. I still want to do a documentary on Kirkbride architecture. But you're freaking me out with your dream sychronization (is that even a word?). Something was being piped into the ether, and we both received it, obviously.

Posted by: bunny at 05.04.05 21:44