I remembered this dream as I was typing up the one for 17 July.
Was with Uncle Tony and Mi Mam in some field, possibly near Kelfield (where I lived for the first three years of my life). In the field we saw what appeared to be a scarecrow.
As we got nearer we realised it must be a person, as it was moving. Then as we got within 50 yards of it, we realised that it wasn’t a person at all – it was some weird apparition.
It was robed in dark cloth, which billowed in the wind that had suddenly come from no where. The sky had also greyed as if it was about to absolutely piss it down.
Then I was on my own – Uncle Tony and Mi Mam had disappeared. I could still hear them talking and laughing now, but they were nowhere in sight. At this point I was bricking it.
So I did the only thing that I knew. I shouted ‘Jehovah, Jehovah’ at the top of my voice (which in dreams always comes out as a whisper).
Why did I shout this? No, its not some comedy reference to ‘The Life of Brian’, but reference to a biblical verse (for I was brought up as a Jehovah’s Witness) that states that evil spirits are shit scared of the name of God.
So I screamed it some more.
And you know what? It did the trick. The bastard thing disappeared.