haunted closet

march 2010
(not lucid)

i am in a house where two fortysomething women that i do not know live with a little girl who's about 3 years old. everything is very green: the girl's dress, the walls, the carpet. i think i am there to investigate the fact that they believe the house is haunted. the women are talking in the back when i arrive and the little girl starts telling me about her house and the people that talk to her. she mentions that i ought to see her linen closet. she skips to the back of a hallway and opens the door. from where i am standing, i can see shadows reaching out from the closet and making patterns on the door. i can hear voices coming from the closet. i am worried for the little girl because obviously whatever is in the house has been communicating with her and no one has figured out what it wants. i know better than to go near the closet, so i ask one of the women if i can speak with her alone. we go down the hallway and into another closet. i tell her what is going on with the little girl. she is really sad about it. i can feel something changing. i can tell that the thing in the closet has come to where we are and it punches me in the back. the air is thickening and it's hard to breathe. i can feel it in the closet with us, moving around. i keep trying to move out of its way. then, i can feel it flooding me. i can't breathe but i am laughing this terrible laugh that this being is forcing me to do. i start praying and the feeling gets lighter and lighter and slowly i can breathe again. but then it invades me again. i burst out of the closet and there is a man on the couch. he is somehow tied up. i have to break his ties so that he can help me to breathe. the feeling finally passes and i start vomiting on the floor.

(i should note here that i often have dreams of hauntings. they always inspire a physical reaction - a feeling of being extremely cold, punched or suffocated, or yanked by my navel..... this is the first time in a while i've had one. normally, these things terrify me in my dreams, whereas i am strangely not afraid of the inorganic beings in my dreaming. when i get terrified like that, i usually think it's something i'm projecting... the consistent content involving closets, children, and daughters is sort of supportive of that - but maybe i'm not looking at it from the right angle)