I rarely remember my dreams. Rarely. It makes me wonder if I dream every night, but I think everyone dreams all the time. Is that a true statement? I dunno. Sometimes I'll remember I dreamt when I wake up - think OH!! What a cool dream - I'll have to write it down, 2 hours later... it's gone. Occasionally, I have a real humdinger of a dream, and THEN I'll remember it. Forever. Those dreams are typically extremely vivid, and only happen when there is something traumatic in my life. Except for last night. I wanted to dream about Mel, Heath & Jason Isaac (you know... Lucious Malfoy?? He's sssssssexy!!) Instead I dreamt that my teeth were painted silver, and the bottom two fell out. I had to go to the dentist, and he put the moves on me. That's it. I don't know WHAT that had to do with Mel Gibson, so I'm kinda pissed. I didn't see Mel or Heath or Jason ANYWHERE in that dream. So there's the trauma which explains why I remember it....

I was sitting here, trying to think about how I should write my Ouija Board story... and this probably explains why I never posted about it before. No matter how I tweak it - it comes out boring. Blah blah plain whitebread boring.... So here it is!

My friend and I decided to raise the dead by trying to communicate with Jack the Ripper. We went into the garage (cause it was the darkest part of the house since it was broad daylight out) and lit the requisite candle. We sat there on the floor and rested our hands lightly on the dillywopper that's supposed to move around. Then we began calling him. At first, we tried to call the name of ol' Jack then concentrate on him. Then we began chanting his name, and then we fell into fits of giggles, and seeing who could push the thing around the board while trying to freak the other out. After about 15 minutes of this foolishness, we gave up. Neither of our hands were on the pointer when the thing MOVED. On its own - it just MOVED. The candle also started flickering wildly, but there were no drafts in the garage so that was very very strange. While we were trying to comprehend that thing moving, and the candle flame flickering, we heard a scuffle-bump come from one of the dark corners of the garage and that was the end of it for us. We both ran out of there screaming. Left the game, the candle, and whatever was scufflebumping around behind. My dad came careening around the corner of the house in time to catch us as we babbled about Jack the Ripper. He went into the garage, packed away the game and put it up. That's the LAST time I ever played Ouija.

See? Boring. I mean, it scared the doo-doo out of me at the time, but it's kinda tame now in light of all the weirdness that "IS" at my house now. Incidentally!!! Someone who posts comments on here as "anonymous" was over here a while back, helping my husband build a fence. There was an 'incident' that HE saw where the door to the room the baby was sleeping in suddenly was "opened" when before it was shut!! HA!! See?? We're not the only ones that this thing shows it's non-face to!

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