I dreamt of a big manor in the woods. The manor was abandoned, dark and in a silent way very aggressive looking, the windows stared like empty sockets into the woods beyond.
A whole bunch of us stepped into the manor, exploring and curious but none of us wanted to be left alone in any of the rooms -- the manor had a bad reputation. It was full of old, evil memories and awful deeds but the twisted traps set up by the previous owners of the manor still remained, we had to be very careful where we walked. We explored the manor carefully and stopped for a break in one of the rooms in the upper floors, the room had very earthy colors and looked safe. I noticed a beige shelf in the other end of the room, it was full of books you could loan if you wanted to, and mostly manga!
"Hey, come and see this!", a friend called and I walked to the other end of the room. There were photos on the walls, framed, featuring past capming nights with bonfires and all, night skies and people enjoying their lives. Each photo had a short description carved to the upper or lower frame -- and it looked like or was my handwriting! But how could it be? I was a visitor in this dead house, the past owners, the people who had put up the framed photos were all dead. Yet my own handwriting was right there.
No-one could really remember what it was that had happened in the house except that they had been very bad things, sick murders, blood, darkness. All so bad "...that the house itself has been saturated by all of it, like the manor has become evil itself, like it'd be a breathing living thing..."
I was afraid to walk alone in the manor, I had a feeling I was somehow connected to all the horrors that had happened there, how else would my handwriting be in one of the rooms? I also had a terrible feeling that the people who had died in the house were following me though I couldn't see them. The manor was twisted and sick, all of its evil concentrated and focused on me, monitoring where I was going and what I was doing.
We decided to stay in one rather long and large hall, everyone was sitting next to the walls, silently, whispering whatever things they had to say to each other. I found (or made) candles and wanted to lit them, still feeling that the manor was watching me. I put one candle into its holder and took it, lit it and held it up. When I stepped into some direction the candle was still in my hand but the flame itself stayed where I had been and followed with a delay. "Look at this!", I said, surprised, waving the candle and its brass holder in my hand while the flame kept following the candle later on.
Then I got the feeling something was waiting for me in the library room, calling me even, but I didn't want to go. Instead, I went to some other room with a friend, she dug up a candy bar and ate a piece of it, then she suddenly put it away. "Do you think," I tried, "if we repaired the house... could we make it like it was before, before the bad things, like the salmon manor we saw earlier?", when we had came to the forest we had seen a brilliant salmon -colored manor in a beautiful, bright forest. "No." said my friend with a stern look. "No." I sighed, "Then I was right... this manor has to be be destroyed, every bit of it crushed and taken away, and the dark land beneath it has to be turned upside down and then replaced with new, fresh soil. Only after all this is done a new manor can be built here."
I could sense the dead people around me, staring
at me, and that's where the dream ended.
[Frozen says: I'm pretty damn sure the house itself either was or was very much under the influence of Red from my other weird dreams. ]
