Its night… though unsure of the time… in dreams there is no such thing as time… the hands on the clock spin rapidly. Walking out the door of a familiar house and onto the back porch, I stop and gaze. Surrounded by open country space lit up by the moon and stars. A light from the top of the barn beams down like a spotlight on the small space of the driveway. I walk across the deck, three steps to the ground and then stepping forward till I feel the grass under my toes. I hear a noise, guitar music softly playing in the distance?

I turn left toward the drive way, scenery skips like a scratched dvd, now standing in the middle of the driveway looking up at the light that shines six or so feet away. More soft music plays behind me, I turn around, what use to be the drive way was now a cornfield, stalks taller than I, reaching at least seven feet high. I stare into the field, the moon and stars lightly outline the curves of cornstalks as they sway slightly in the wind. At first I see the white in an old man’s eyes and his silhouette, and then his figure appears and I see he hugs a mandolin in his arms. Standing frozen we stare at one another, I hear him sing and play a melancholy tune (sad blues) though he does not speak or strum the music sounds as if it is pouring out of the sky. His eyes appear sad, yet slightly unstable and mad. His skin and clothing are covered in dirt, perhaps he had a hard days work. The style of clothing is from the early 1900's. Who is he, why is he out therein the field, not moving, soaking in solitude, a ghost?

Fear explodes within my chest I turn around to run. Again the scenery skips (scratched dvd) Now walking in the back yard alongside the barn (barn to my left house behind me) the previous fear gone. I walk out on moonlit grass; I can feel the dew on the ground and I smell summer, my destination unknown. Kittens run up behind me, playing at my feet. I kneel down to share affection as a cat head appears out of the darkness and rolls up to me like a ball. Reaching my viewpoint it looks up at me and meows waiting for love, I panic what the hell is this!! A cat with no body!!?? Then a tiny cat torso walks up and sits, headless (no gore, perfectly normal body minus the head) then the two back feet and tail walk up and sit as well while I hold and pet this tiny cat head in my hands. He looks at me as happy as can be.

I AWAKE.

Have no understanding of this dream what so ever, everyone I tell the dream too is as speechless and distraught as I was about the detached cat. Pleasantly the little guy was happy as can be, I just tell myself it was a magical cat messing with me much like Alice in Wonderlands Cat. (Cheshire) Peculiar dream ay? Mostly just F’ed up! Haha

Please share your unexplainable dreams and see if we can create something awesome :) (I was told many of Stephen Kings stories derived from his dreams)