April 8th, 2006: Dream 1

I enter the Antique House. I try to find a bathroom in the top floor, but he top floor is too small. I feel like I am stuck in a doll house. In my wanderings I stumble into a tiny woman. She is four feet tall, dark haired, and dressed in victorian outfit. I fall in love with her.
...She is cursed...
...I remember a movie about a doomed Victorian love story. A nobleman professor falls in love with a woman, but fails to woo her. She falls in love with the man in charge of the stables. The nobleman enters a jeoulous rage and slays the woman then himself. Now their spirits are bound to the house...
...The woman always falls in love with the male visitors to the Antique House. Then the nobleman professor appears and kills the new lover...
Fuck! I got to get out of here before he sees me. Then I notice a hole in the ceiling. The professor is looking through the hole.
...His eye is like a giants! The attic is the size of a stadium...
He has seen me fall in love with the woman. He begins to slide through the hole when I run for the window. I squeeze out. He grabs at me but misses. I get up. I look around the lawn. It is dark and hard for me to see which way to go. I know I need to move soon. I see the professor squeeze out of the window after me. He lands on the lawn blocking my escape route. He is entirely dark, like a living shadow. He unfolds his legs revealing a third section. He does the same with his arms. He now towers over me. He pulls a cane from the shadowy substance of his body. His face bears no features, except for a white question mark. He begins to shoot energy beams at me from his head. I dance out of the way while trying to make a cane out of computer flash memory cards. If I can build a cane, I can defend myself.