Whoah. Yes. That is creepy.
Speaking of creepy, I had a strange dream last night. Not my usual kind of weird dream, with horrible violence, bizarre settings and a curious sense of callousness/detachment from the stuff going on around me, but some dreary, dry and unpleasant sort of story. I'm not sure how it started or anything but one of the bits I remember was set in this gloomy house, where some girl/young woman was writing a letter, to her husband or somesuch I believe.
Anyway, it was as though I was reading this story from a book at the same time I was seeing it, so I knew what she was thinking. Actually, the book's text became sort of a spoken narration in my head, that's as best as I can describe it. She was writing this letter in a state of emotional distress, I can't remember exactly what had happened but I know that someone close to her was visiting/staying with this guy, some sort of political or religious figure. This politician/prophet/whatever was very morose, having
lost his wife to a poisoning* an indeterminate amount of time in the past, (A couple of years, I think?) and I guess he just devoted his entire life to his cause, whatever it may have been. (Maybe the letter was actually to him? Heck, I don't know.)
So she was reading back over what she had written. It was all this sappy, poetic nonsense trying to convey how she felt, apparently that was her usual letter-writing style. (Wait, maybe the letter was actually to her mother? Argh.)
Anyway, here is the part that really sticks with me: I can actually remember a bit of the narration.
She couldn't focus on the words she had written and was becoming increasingly agitated and distressed over whatever she'd written about.
I think the narration was saying something like, she tried to read what she had written, "...but all she could think of was a favoured phrase of his, 'Adopt the Within'."
And then she started crying, desperately trying to muffle the sound so someone outside her room (perhaps her mother, or some female relative?) wouldn't hear. I believe she was listening at the door and could hear said relative's dress rustling, so knew she was being eavesdropped upon. (For some reason I remember the dress was made of lace?)
Anyway the point is, the main thing that sticks with me/unsettles me, is that phrase that I remember, "Adopt The Within". I capitalized it because it seemed important, like a central tenet of that weird other character's religion/philosophy or something like that.
When I woke up I fully expected it to be the motto of some cult or something, so much so that I typed it into Google with this strange feeling of dread mixed with hope.
Nothing. Still, it just weirded me out that I remembered that one, strange passage.
(Later on in the dream I think it got more 'normal', by my standards anyway. I remember looking at a Facebook post from my perspective, it was an old real-life friend of mine mocking someone in a friendly manner, saying how useless they were etc.
The post and the comments following confused me utterly, and it wasn't until I finally deduced that my friend was working as a carer for some 96-year-old rockstar that I understood what it was about.
Oh wait, and then, towards the end of my dream my dad was showing me the work of some artist I think he knew, and it was really awkward because a good amount of it was these weird pornographic pictures of merfolk.
That was... very strange. But still, it's the sort of zany, messed-up weirdness that often goes on in my dreams, not disturbing and saddening business like the earlier part. I don't really remember any other bits.) I just remembered an important thing to mention:
When I had these dreams, I had a cat sleeping next to me. I wonder if that affected my dreams? He's never done that before, and I don't know that I've ever slept with a pet next to me.
Wow, I feel kindof strange, now. That dream was so unlike my normal dreams. I can't even describe how, my normal dreams are so bizarre and varied, that one just seems... different? Wrong? Like I said, I can't describe it. It's a strange feeling.