Had another Kayako dream last night. Getting tired of her.
There's this
place in Dayton... Basically, it's a gigantic old warehouse that's stuffed, literally stuffed, with any and all the crap you could think of. Seriously, if you can think of it, it's probably there, except the place is kind of dirty and skeevy and no one has anything nice to say about the owners.
Anyway, I dreamed that I was going there to find some sort of weird Sesame Street holiday bedspread for my kid. The way it worked in the dream was that you went to the bedspread floor, got off the elevator, and as far as the eye could see there were beds made up with every sort of bedspread of quilt or anything that had ever been made. You were supposed to yank it off the bed and bag it and pay for it on the first floor.
So I located this bedspread with no problem and was stuffing it in a bag, looking around at some of the other antiques and crap they had around, when I caught sight of a mirror in a dresser not far away. And it was flickering like video screens do in all of those ju-on/grudge movies and starting to flash her face and I was all DAMMIT NOT HER AGAIN and pissed at myself because I forgot she haunted this place.
That's really all I remember, catching her various statick-y manifestations out of the corner of my eye and being angry as hell because I knew this would happen and forgot.
Then I dreamed that I woke up and my cat jumped up on me. I was really petting my cat, but in the dream I thought it was my cat but looked down and it was that damned ghost-cat. And then, in my own bedroom at home, there she was again, doing that fucking ominous lean-over thing she does.
Then I jumped and woke up again and I was really in my own room with my own cat, but I thought it was another fakeout and kept waiting for her to jump out of somewhere else.