I dreamt I had fallen in love with a ghost, and this is all I had known, at first.
Upon learning that I had fallen in love with this plasma-like spirit, my mother somehow made it known to me that she had once loved a ghost as well. Suddenly, I saw an evil, ugly vision of her ghost, which was so unlike mine, which I knew (but was not seen to be) gentle and loving. Her thin-faced, bearded ghost (a man who looked oddly familiar, but no one I can place- perhaps from a film, or commercial) danced around outdoors, and jeered at me, laughing evilly in my face. Back in present dream-time,my ghost suddenly was gone. I frantically ran out of the barn, which I was not even aware I was in to begin with. (I should explain, the 'barn' is not really a barn. It is in fact, a two car garage- and above the garage, an old storage room. It used to be my grandfather's work area, I assume. His son, my father, just messes around up there now, looking through old relics of his youth. There's a small balcony, that my brother and I used to be fascinated by in our own youth.. anyway) I was running out of the barn, crying my eyes out. My mother, father, I believe my uncle (not my blood-uncle, my aunt's husband) and probably other people were running into the barn to find me, but I ran past them, just crying. (I do recall, looking down on myself, much like an out-of body-experience. I noticed that I was wearing a pale blue Victorian dress, looking as if I had just crawled out of a rabbit hole. However, my white girlish underwear were sticking out, as if the back of my dress had been ripped off. This may be nothing more than a crude depiction of Alice in Wonderland I stumbled upon a few days ago, online.) Now, it was nearly sunrise. It was the most beautiful night-day ever, a bit misty, and cool, my grandmother's yard seemed to look almost magical. The air seemed to glow blue, although it was not dark- yet not quite exactly light- and the trees seemed to glisten, not with dew, but perhaps with tears. There was a quiet beauty of sadness about the yard, almost as if from a fairy tale. There in the middle of the yard, was a tree, the tree that had been there during my childhood, the tree that had been cut down many years ago. The tree was split in half, and between the two halves, laid a glass coffin covered in a veil- containing what i assumed to be my beloved ghost.


(As I was still asleep- but somewhat conscious now- I began to repeat to myself in my head over and over again, "My grandfather was in the coffin.. it was not my ghost, it was my dead grandfather." Awake, conscious, a few days later, I'm not entirely sure if that makes sense. I'd just like you to focus on the dream, rather than my reactions.)



That being said, I have had many puzzling dreams of the "barn." Falling under the floorboards, and getting lost in a maze and- I am at a loss of words as I stop to recall these dreams, as they all seem to involve some kind of ghost, chasing me. (They are all very vague, however, and I do not remember the premise of the dream by the morning.)