Dreamt I went back to work at USPIS (again?!?!).
I had to stay in a hotel room due to the travel situation (funny, I never accept jobs with travel, I hate travel). Weirder was that I was to share a bed with my male co-worker.
However, this sharing of the bed wasn’t so bad once we realized there was a fucking ghost in the room, and we were both basically scared shitless. This was some scary shit, since I don’t believe in ghosts and thus being confronted with one is that much more reality-shattering.
Of course, maybe the ghost wouldn’t have bothered us so much if I wasn’t totally trying to dominate it. I don’t mean sexually, I was just trying to push the ghost around and such, even though it scared the shit out of me. Which doesn’t really make sense. Maybe it was my way of verifying it was real. I don’t believe seeing is believing. So experiencing a ghost once, or even twice, doesn’t mean jack. Thus, I had to keep testing the situation over and over…
I had some long object — a bullwhip, basically, but it may have been a really long belt. Since the hotel room was really small, I could swing the whip such that it horizontally swept the room, more or less touching every wall [except the sink/bathroom area]. So I kept doing that, and verifying that, Yup, there’s an invisible body there that is blocking the path of the whip.
I also went up and pushed the ghost into the corner a few times. The guy sharing the room asked me to stop fucking with it. We were both way too terrified to sleep. We had the lights on. Except I think the ghost may have turned the light off at one point.
Things were getting pretty gay, as we were both more scared of a fucking ghost than of being perceived as gay for sleeping in a bed together. So I think we made some bro-jokes like, “Hold me man, I’m scared”, without any intention of actually holding each other. Just to make light of the gayness of the situation.
Anyway, I was getting tired, despite my fear. I was laying on my side, facing away from my bro-worker, and I realized the ghost was over me. I quickly reached out and grabbed its cold bony hand, before it could react and get away. I forced the hand under my head, and was like, “C’mon ghost! Let’s cuddle! Hold me!” I could clearly feel the bony, cold hand under my head as I lay on the pillow. I’m cuddling with a ghost.
Anyway, that was around when I woke up in terror, sometime between Carolyn’s alarm going off and her snooze going off.
In real life, Atari Teenage Riot ended with the song where Hanin Elias screams, “The time…to fight… is noooooooowwwww.” The vocal-effects on her saying “nooooooowww” were such that Carolyn got up and hit the snooze button, thinking it was the alarm going off. 5 seconds after she laid back down,the real alarm went off. She didn’t even know this happened, I pointed it out to her and she laughed.