Dawn's Digression.

Thursday, July 24, 2003

Various Stuffs

Last week, I went to B@rnes and Nobles. They had a couple of huge tables filled with $1.00 books. I bought my first audio book. The Exorcist. Ruby has been telling me for ages that I needed to check out audio books for my commute, and when I saw that for $1, I pounced. Yesterday, I thought it was very boring. But at some point in the night, I dreamed that I looked at Michele and she looked like that little girl in the movie. Hmm. That's confusing. I knew, even in my dream, that it was Michele, and she only looked like the girl for a moment, but it freaked me out, anyway. I thought maybe I shouldn't listen to the tapes anymore. I remember my uncle told me years ago that he read that book and had nightmares for 3 weeks. And he was probably around my age when he read it. I'm afraid it's going to freak me out. So, you wanna know what I did on the way in to work today? Well, I listened to The Exorcist, of course. I think I'm doing a really stupid thing listening to this tape before Michele goes out of town for a few days. I'll be in the new house all by myself and scared shitless.

I get really scared, sometimes. Do you remember how you used to get really scared after nightmares as a kid? I still do it sometimes. All of the sudden I become paranoid, and every sound is amplified. Because of this, I thought I would have a hard time living alone, but I only remember getting spooked once. I am a little concerned about staying in that house alone, so soon. I doubt we'll have the security alarm by the time she leaves. And if I'm listening to this book, I'll already be creeped out.

When I was a kid, I used to think I heard footsteps coming down the hall at night. The house was built in 1956 and it had wood floors, so it made all kinds of noises at night. I also thought I heard footsteps in the leaves outside my window quite often. I had a window seat in my room, and sometimes, I would sleep at the base of that window seat so that if someone looked in the window they wouldn't see me, so they wouldn't try to shoot me. I remember crawling underneath my bed a couple of times to sleep, too. I still sometimes wake up in the middle of the night, bolt upright, and am breathing hard and my eyes are big with fear. I dunno why I do that. I'm a freak, maybe.
Dawn, 9:54 AM

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