dream diary

the beautiful r. suggests she should give me a massage after i move into my new house. my new house is actually my old childhood home. r. starts giving me a massage but it all goes a bit poltergeist and i become a flying witch, ranting and raving with r. trying to calm me down. this is repeated many times. in between r. and i climb up increasingly narrow spiral staircase. every time she starts to massage my shoulders i become a witch again. eventually i start running running running and get out on the patio. the actor a. is sitting inside the house, on the phone. he sees us through the french windows and hangs up to come to our aid. at this point i was half awake and decided i was getting too scared so i woke myself up completely, turned off the light, and looked at the moon outside my window.