Dream Journal #12

I was not a character of this dream, only a third party observer...

There was a middle aged man and a woman in her twenties. They were both in a basement bedroom of what appeared to be a house. The floor and ceiling weren't furnished; there was a bed, lamp, and a small square of green carpet on the floor next to the bed. The room also had normal basement items, a washer and dryer, shelves with unused things, boxes on the floor.

It was evening and the middle aged man and the women in her twenties were lying on the bed over top the sheets. They were talking. He said...

"I'm so glad you're finally here."
"Yeah, me too."
"I never though this would happen."
"Why not?"
"You and I... aren't a common occurrence. Please don't leave."
"I won't. I want to be here."
Then they fell asleep.

When he woke up there was light coming through the small, ceiling level basement windows. It was morning. He was alone in the bed. It was cold and the blankets were on the floor leaving only a sheet covering him. Strangely there was a fine layer of dust covering the sheet. The middle aged man got out of bed and walked up the stairs to the first floor. The woman in her twenties was standing in the kitchen. When she saw him, she was completely shocked. He walked close to her and said...

"What's wrong?"
She smacked him.
"Bastard! Where have you been?!?!"
"What do you mean?! I was just sleeping down stairs."
"Sleeping down stairs?!?! I haven't seen you in over a year!!!"
"What are you talking about? Last night, you and I slept down stairs together. I just woke up and came up stairs to find you."
"That night was over a year ago! When I woke up you were gone and I haven't seen you until now."
"This is insane; we have to figure out what happened. How did I lose a year of my life?!"

Dream Journal #11

It was late at night. I was in a house unfamiliar to the waking me. I was in a small, narrow bathroom, sitting on the toilet. The lights inside the house were off but the street laps shown through the windows giving the bathroom a slight glow. To the right of the toilet was an open door to a bedroom. High up on the wall to the left of the toilet was a mirror. For no particular reason my face was painted up as a clown. While I was sitting there, I looked up at the mirror and saw the face of a clown. It was funny seeing my face as a clown so I made a goofy clown grin, only the face in the mirror did not change. I turned towards the door and standing there was a tall, overweight man dressed in a dirty tan one-piece utility suit, like the ones worn by those that work some crappy dirty job. His face was painted up like a clown, his hair was dirty and in disarray. I freaked out. I woke up but had dream paralysis, so I quickly slipped back into the dream, again sitting on the toilet in front of the evil clown. This time I began growling trying to scare him off… or wake myself up. A few seconds later I woke up, heart racing, and still growling.