Wednesday, November 05, 2008

THE NIGHT WAS DARK

It was dark but not stormy but the wind was whistling through the window.
I was dreaming about my father and it isn't the first time this week that he's been in my dreams.
I can never remember the dreams just that he was in them and they aren't dreams full of sunbeams and light. They're always dark.
It might be just that I think of him a lot around Spring Racing Carnival.
But like I said, the dreams are dark.
So I woke up out of one last night and tried to grab hold of the image before it slipped away.

When my eyes were fully opened, I could see a glow near my dressing table, a golden glow.
I'm not one to get spooked much, not a lot unless I've been watching Dean in Supernatural.
The glow didn't move, just sat there glowing, with me watching.
Me thought it would be a good idea to put my glasses on to get a good look at the glow.

Stupid bloody glow-in-the-dark hair comb.

11 comments:

Brian Hughes said...

Are you sure it wasn't your nose throbbing after too much beer?

River said...

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

Andrew said...

Thought you were going all 'super' on us Jahteh.

JahTeh said...

Fleetwood, that only happened when I was married to the walking brewery. His nose when on and off between snores like an electronic billboard.

River, I always thought it was just plain old yellow.

Andrew, my sister is the ghost whisperer and I'm not good with things that go bump in the night.

Jayne said...

LMAO

Can I just point out that the word verification right now is "psyclo"!

Kath Lockett said...

.....I'll guess that your Dad had a receding hairline and that's why the dreams have been so dark???

Lord Sedgwick said...

"and I'm not good with things that go bump in the night."

Oh dear, I must be getting charitable in my old age given I have chosen not to run with that gift.

Lad Litter said...

The skeptics among us are all sighing with relief.

JahTeh said...

"psyclo" sounds like a fear of Hitchcock films.

Kath, my Dad was never happy during Cup Week. He hated mug punters and drunken tarts.

Thank you Sedgwick, I was sure Cameraface would have jumped on that.

Lad, I'm only half a sceptic which means I don't want to believe but it's better to have an each way bet.

Middle Child said...

My dad was killed in 1969. Not so long ago i dreamt him...and when he was about to go (in the dream) I asked him wouldn't he like to see my kids... his grandkids? he said plain as plain "No why would I need to get to know them...I know them already"...

so glow or no...who is to know...if it feels like your dad is about who is to say or "prove" he is not!

JahTeh said...

Therese, he's around. My sister feels it more than I do but if I sit underneath my picture in the lounge, it clicks for no reason and doesn't do it when I'm not there.