For some reason my subconscious is all caught up in this ghost fascination. I had a dream the other night that my mom acquired property in the city, a coffeehouse/bookshop, two conjoined storefronts with a basement full of books. There was very much a ghost down there. Details are getting fuzzy but some kind of shadow figure and books being thrown.
Last night I had a dream I lived on a condominium complex similar to the ones my grandparents lived in when I was younger. Apartment units within a series of brown buildings, patios, all buildings looked the same laid out on a country club terrain. There was in my dream a common house with an indoor pool and a kitchenette with a small banquet room. I was in there boiling ramen noodles and suddenly felt creeped out and left and was suddenly very tired and collapsed on the cement driveway. When I looked back up at the 2nd floor banquet room window the blinds were lifted slightly and there was a womanly figure peaking out. I was very much the only person in the building when I was in there.
Hmmmm. Psychoanalyses? Clearly I have ghost issues in my subconscious. Or just the result of a very American problem = too much TV shows of a certain kind.
scribblings, jottings, scenes & stories of Jeff Phillips, writer/performer/producer.
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My advice is stay out of the 2nd Most Haunted Bar in Chicago.
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