cassy_g | Unnerving Dream (Reply)

I guess I fell asleep on the sofa. Here is the dream:

I am staying in a house, but many of the rooms are "locked off" to the visitors. There are many people there I do not know. I am given a key to one of the rooms for my stay. I feel sick, and a woman helps me to my room. I tell her I want to say good night to my son. We go to another room, he's already sleeping. I lean over some people and kiss him goodnight. Then I stumble out of the room and through another door. This place is frightening and dark. I am "floating" there and as I go forward there are paper thin shards hanging from the roof of this place that sound like chimes then shatter as I touch them, cutting me to pieces. As I progress forward, there is a large forbodding fellow in a hooded cloak. I run past him but see more creatures like him (only smaller) and other things I can not readily identify. As we move forward, the larger creature sets to following me, this makes all the smaller ones flee in various directions. Though it isn't a running and screaming, more like a hasty retreat. He catches up to me and says to me that I will let him back through the door with the item he needs, which I apparently possess. When we get close to the exit, I drop it and it breaks. I call the pieces too me and open the door and tell him that if he wants it he will have to search just like I did, then I throw them into the expanse past the door and he goes after it. I slipped past and go to get my son and check out of the place. I start to go to the man at the front and then realize I don't have my key. We go back to the room, and while I am searching around and beneath things, a fly starts to buzz around me. I try shooing it, but it gets right up to my ear, buzzing loudly, then a haunting, I mean haunting female voice whispers in dire need to be heard, "There is something I must tell you."

There was something in the tone and resonance of the voice that work me up terrified. The voice left a chill down my spine, my heart racing, gasping for breath with the adrenalin rush that I usually only get from deeply terrifying nightmares. 15 minutes later, the voice is still haunting the edges of my thoughts.