Talk:Nightmares & Dreamscapes/@comment-6600824-20130624025655

I had another weird one (this is the fourth post or something like that of mine here) and I've decided to call it "Fancy of Lavender." Maybe post it on here as a pasta or something.

I was in my house one night and couldn't sleep. Aromatherapy usually does the trick for me, so I walked over to my shelf of lotions/scented oils/etc. and saw some things out of place. One, all of my bottles were labeled Caterpie, and two, there was a new bottle in the back. It was in the shape of a wine bottle, had a light purple ribbon tied around the neck, and a picture of a rabbit was on the label. In beautiful, curly script, it read "Fancy of Lavender."

I decided to drink a cup of it, and found that it really was a drink. It had a nice, smooth taste with a the scent of lavender. Suddenly, I heard footsteps come down the hallway, so I put the cork back in the bottle, ran to bed, and pulled the covers over my head. My mother came into my room, looked around, and left.

My head soon started to spin from the "Fancy of Lavender" drink. I went to sleep, but woke up sick later. I took a shower, got my hair wet, and the footsteps came again. I ran to my bed and and pulled my towel over my head. Again, my mother didn't notice anything.

Suddenly, I was in a basement with my dad and one of his friends from his bluegrass band. It was completely dark except for the light from the TV and one dim lamp. (This comes from my least favorite childhood nightmare where the TV cast creepy shadows on the walls.) They were both watching a football game on the sports channel and talking. Dad's friend (let's call him Grant) didn't come over much, so I thought I'd say hi. He didn't notice me. I waved when he was looking in my direction, but did nothing to let me know he saw me.

He looked at my dad instead and said, "I'm sorry for your loss. She was a great daughter."