Ramsley, a Bad Dream and Me

Remember Ramsley from Disney’s The Haunted Mansion?

You know – the evil butler…

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Good.

In the wee hours of the morning, Ramsley visited my dreams.  I haven’t a clue as to why.

I found myself in an old mansion; ghosts were everywhere.  Most didn’t take notice of me but two did.  The Ramsley lookalike wanted to kill me.  Brandishing a meat cleaver, he pursued me, ghost #2 by his side.  Somehow, I managed to evade them. Only, they didn’t give up – there was no escape…  I’d run to a different room, they’d come through the walls…

Until, ghost #2 showed me the door to the laundry shoot.  (Why would he do that?  I don’t know – that’s just how my dream went.)

I jumped inside, slid down the shoot and landed in the basement.  Pausing just long enough to get my bearings, I ran up the steps that led into the kitchen and out the door.

As I made it to safety, I awoke.

I can’t remember the last time I watched The Haunted Mansion. I don’t usually remember my dreams but this one has stayed with me all day.  It’s given me that “icky” feeling – you know the one where you feel like someone just walked over your grave.

I hate that feeling.

I know – It was just a dream.  I don’t know why it’s bothered me so much.  I don’t think it has anything to do with Ramsley, the ghost and I’m not one for all that hocus-pocus mumbo-jumbo, let’s pull out the book to find the meaning, kind of stuff. Maybe it’s jut that I didn’t sleep well…

It’s bedtime now.  I’m hoping when I close my eyes tonight, Ramsley stays away.

Here’s wishing us all a good night’s sleep!

Sweet dreams!