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Voices Without Faces


This is another very old dream of mine, which, even with as mundane as it seems compared to some of my other nightmares, really spooked me at the time I had it.

A long time ago in real life I used to lug around this big tape deck and I would improvise comedy on audiocassette. I have a whole collection of these tapes, though most are barely audible by now; wish I could restore them. :/ I made these all throughout my childhood and only stopped perhaps when I was in junior high or early high school. My characters changed over the years, until my latest tapes featured some of the same characters I have in my fiction today, but on my earliest tapes one of my favorite characters was the Loch Ness Monster. As I envisioned it, "Ness" was a male monster, a plesiosaur (a flippered dinosaur relative), who ran a big television studio called WTNT TV (this was before we had cable ^_^ ). He had a gravelly voice and was very patient, despite all the weird shenanigans he had to put up with from all his underlings. I made the sound of his tail dragging around by rubbing a little plastic toy train across the microphone...good times! Heh. ^_^

Anyway...in my dream, I seemed to be in the back bathroom for some weird reason. I had my big old tape deck with me and was recording on it in the voice of the Loch Ness Monster. I remember signing off, with something like, "This is the Loch Ness Monster. Goodbye!" I then stopped the recording, rewound it, and played it back to listen to it.

I heard my own voice coming from the speaker. "This is the Loch Ness Monster. Goodbye!" And then...I heard what seemed to be a chorus of faint female voices, singing, "La la la laaaa..."

It was a very weird tune, descending notes, incredibly ominous sounding. Of course, even more ominous than the tune was the fact that I HADN'T RECORDED ANY SUCH VOICES! As I had been recording, all I had heard was MYSELF--where had this chorus of women's voices even come from?? It was as if some ghosts had sung into the microphone right before I could stop the recording, and I'd somehow caught them on tape!

Of course, I had no idea if this was so or not, but I was too freaked out to really care. Wailing in fear, I fled from the bathroom, yelling for my mother, perhaps intending for her to listen to the eerie recording and explain what had happened. Ugh, what a creepy dream.



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