Dream Journal

Dad keeps noticing that a tarp appears over some of his stuff in the basement from time to time. He keeps removing it, convinced a ghost is doing it. Later we check it out. It’s daylight. We hear flapping sounds at a certain point and see butterfly shadows around the shadows of our heads, but nothing is casting them. I try to disbelieve it — I shut my eyes, I turn off the lights, but the moving shadows remain. Actually, all of this is in our old basement, slightly modified. I decide to check out Dad’s workroom. I open the door a crack and yell into it. Wrong room. Oops. I go to the right room and Dad cracks the door open. The tarp is there. I instantly feel fear. We leave and move to a new house.

There’s a lower unconnected section like the basement. It’s a really beautiful area. Me and a friend are at the new place outside talking about ghosts and stuff. Did they follow us? Suddenly a glowing white ghost of a girl with long straight hair appears on the bench. I stare. My pal talks to her kinda unfriendly-like. I stop him and take over. She doesn’t have an aura of fear. I invite her to the car and she comes in. The seats are facing each other — front to back. She shows us a friend- a ghostly boy her same age. I say “you can probably only go a certain distance from this area.” I start driving, and say “Don’t be afraid, this is your first experience driving.” We cross an intersection and go to this big square building.

At first, we end up doing a mime face paint thing. The boy turns solid, skin staying white. The girl sits by me and I talk to her. No one else can see her so I try to be inconspicuous. But some people notice (weird, I noticed myself through their eyes . . . confusing). They could also completely vanish if I asked them. Things hit them, but paint wouldn’t stain or mark. I was trying to convince the girl to do the face paints, since she’s white anyway, but she wouldn’t. Some time passes, and when I return, nobody is there. I ask people about them, etc. No one knows. It’s night and I run around the building looking. No luck. I’m really disappointed.