bad dreaammss

For some reason, especially in the last two years or so, I've become more and more susceptible to having entirely vivid dreams. Also, to remember a lot of them

Lately I've been having dreams that, while not up to the category of "nightmare," have definitely started rambling into the realm of slow horror. I just woke up from a nap. In my dream, I was in a house that sort of was like where I live now but much bigger. I was living with some other people I don't know, who belonged to a family that lived in a house above us. Apparently they had been having major family issues, as in, like, evil beating parents and all the kids were fucked up in a really pseudo-religious sort of way. Skip ahead a little bit -- I walked around the corner in my house and looked at the stairs, and one of the girls from the other family had hung herself in the stairwell. She was wearing a dark blue dress and her dark brown hair was done up in pigtailed braids.

I remember just feeling shocked, and I walked back and hid on my back porch (which, at this point, was screened in) when some other people (maybe Jodie, definitely Laurence) came in. I asked them if they had seen the girl and they said yes. Laurence said he had called the paramedics. He said they were gonna be pissed because everything in the house was such a mess. And then he asked if we knew about (insert name here), that he was really a serial rapist and was actually the father figure for the strange family. More shock. Then we started finding out that someone had planted drugs all over the house, and everyone was really freaking out about it.

I'm not really sure what spawned that dream. Or last night's, where mostly what I remember is a very terrifying boat ride on this wooden boat riding down a brown, tempestuous river, and stumbling upon these people whose limbs had been eaten off to the joints.

weird.