{"id":232,"date":"2006-07-03T22:09:42","date_gmt":"2006-07-03T14:09:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.centaurtechnologies.com\/blog\/?p=232"},"modified":"2006-07-03T22:09:42","modified_gmt":"2006-07-03T14:09:42","slug":"i-had-a-dream","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.centaurtechnologies.com\/blog\/?p=232","title":{"rendered":"I had a dream… :|"},"content":{"rendered":"

The whole family had moved into an older style house\/mansion, I think it had at least 5 rooms. I’d just bought a new digital camera and was documenting the whole transition. The day we arrived there were maybe 4-6 workmen and movers either moving furniture or renovating part of the house.
\nThere was also a woman, I think she was some sort of supervisor. She was blond and wore glasses, so by any typical movie standard she was obviously very smart. \ud83d\ude1b<\/p>\n

Hanging around with my sister taking photos I soon realised that the images that came though on the little LCD panel were not at all what I was taking photos of, upon zooming in we found that the room was the same but different, there was a paining of Hitler on the wall, and the furniture was different. Some of the workmen were different also, there seemed to be more people in the photos, just how many people were in the house?
\nI\u00c2\u00a0 just ‘felt’ there was something wrong, so we both headed for the kitchen to talk to mum.
\nWe met her in the hallway going to other way;
\n“Mum, I think this house is haunted, there’s some strange shit going on”
\n“Yes, there’s something wrong, I was about to go and get a preist”<\/p>\n

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The front door was stuck tight as if someone was holding it from the outside, I grabbed the handle and braced my geet against the wall, being horizontal with the wall I was slowly getting the door to open. In the meantime screaming broke out at the back of the house and I saw the supervisor lady run torwards us, only to have a large spear like hook punch through her abdomen and pull her back into the kitchen. Just then the door gave way and we ran outside, there was the family and a few workers. Unfortunately, the keys were inside the house, and no-one was going back inside.<\/p>\n

Lucklily the house was at the end of a culdi-sac, so we all ran to the neighbour, a fat gentleman with thinning hair wearing a stained white singlet. He had several\u00c2\u00a0 Cadilacs parked in his drive, but although he understood the urgency of the situation expalained that the keys to them were kept in his backyard workshop, where he had a few hired hands in his metalwork fabrication business. We went out the back and into the workshop where there were two guys in blue overalls working the grinders. All of a sudden, they weren’t just two guys grinding, they were SS troopers and they opened up on us with a hail of gunfire. I grabbed the closest thing that came to hand, the handle of a vaccum cleaner, except when I lifted it, it was no longer a handle, but a machine gun. I managed to shoot both the men and the gun was a handle once again, and the soldiers just men once more.. although dead.<\/p>\n

I grabbed the keys to the caddys which were hanging on the wall and we all raced outside and into the two waiting cars. A woman dressed in a long gray overcoat with a gold star on the lapel and a black hat suddenly ran torwards us, shouting something about her uncle.
\n“I know what’s going on, my uncle had the same thing happen to him.. it’s the ghost, but he’s so powerful, it’s creating a time rift, basically you’re drifing from you’re time to world war 2 :o”..<\/p>\n

Which is about the time I woke up, a full 5 minutes before my alarm was due to go off.. damn alarm.. \ud83d\ude41<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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