Monday, December 28, 2009

Tommy. Gates. Lives.

A dream. Christmas eve/morning. My family was staying at my aunt and uncle's house for the holidays.


I was standing at a check-out register (at the library? grocery store?) At another register across from me, there was another kid. His looks reminded me of a kid I knew back in second grade, Stephen Sweten. The kid had pale, olive-greenish skin, like he was really sick. Someone whose face I couldn't see (the register-operator?) was talking to him, or, at least talking in his direction. His face occasionally changed, from something like a pitiful puppy-dog face to beaming, to puzzled, each change happening in an instant. He reminds me of the kid I knew, Stephen from second grade, in that he seems somewhat of a class clown, making insincere faces and gestures just to get attention. The kid in my dream had pale brown, slightly larger than normal eyes that bulged just a little. His hair was messy, like he'd just gotten out of bed.

What I saw on his right wrist was what really got my attention. It looked like a small cut at first, that seemed to open a bit when he moved his hand and forearm. But when he raised his hand to scratch his head, what looked like a cut on his wrist opened into a mouth, a mouth with crooked brownish teeth and a dry looking tongue. When the mouth opened and began to talk, that's when I woke up.


It gets even stranger. I woke up from the dream laying awkwardly on my deflating air mattress. The house was filled with darkness. It must have been about 3:30 AM and everything was completely silent. I found myself repeating the name Tommy Gates in my head over and over again. After a few moments I thought, why do I keep repeating this name? Who in the world is Tommy Gates? I don't know anyone, and don't think I ever knew anyone by that name, but it repeated strongly in my head as if it were definitely the name of someone. When I realized that (perhaps) Tommy Gates was the name of the kid in my dream, I got the chills.

A slight pinch below the equator told me I had to go to the restroom. I DID NOT want to get up and walk through the dark to the bathroom, not with some creepy name repeating in my head and after having that dream. My stupid imagination began to wonder if there had been someone who had lived (and died) in the house named Tommy Gates. Maybe the ghost of Tommy Gates (whoever he is/was) was trying to get my attention. Maybe....well, I don't know, but it was enough to freak me out.

Ugh. I'm getting the chills just thinking about it. I'm glad to be home again, that's for sure, hoping that's the last time I have a dream like that.

What do you think? Anyone out there ever had a brush with the supernatural or at least had a coincidence disturbing enough to make you wonder...?


  1. Wow! So creepy!
    I had an experience once. I was sleeping in my mums bed one night when I was about 9 and awoke suddenly, to a young girl standing by the bed watching me, I rolled over quickly to wake mum and show her, by the time I looked back (only 2 or so seconds) she was gone.. I was certainly not dreaming!
    Looking forward to reading more posts :)
    (oh by the way, everytime I try to open ur posts it wont let me! and then when i try and comment it closes the window.. i think its creepy haha)

  2. Brittany, My friend's mom had a similiar encounter. She lost her first son in a car crash when he was about five. She said she woke up one morning and he was standing at the end of her bed, "as clear as day", as she put it. She blinked and said the last she saw was his foot as he was leaving the room.

    I don't know. There's something about sleep that may make us more aware of such things...

    I'll look into the post viewing situation...Thanks!

  3. I dunno if I said this already but I'm gonna need the e-mail address u sign into blog with to add you, can't wait to have you join us!

  4. Hey, I've got a job for you if you want it....if you could do some research on psuedo christain music and write me somethin' up on that would be great! Also IDK if i tolf you this or not, quick rule: When you write a post just save it as a draft. Then I'll look at it, read it, and scheduel it to go off.

    Thanks a bunch, can't wait to see what you come up with. ;) P.S. there is no due date or anything silly like that. Take ur time...

  5. Hi, Logan! I think I'm the last person on earth who hasn't had a supernatural experience, and to think I'm partial to reading books and watching movies with supernatural themes.

    You come up with one of the most well-written blog entries, Logan. Your writing is very atmospheric.

  6. Wow. You have disturbing dreams. If it makes you feel any better, I can hardly watch Criminal Minds without having nightmares, and sometimes I wonder if theres dead bodies in the walls of my house. So perhaps, we are both just strange. I blame t.v. and movies. All those shows freak me out.

  7. I think... I have no idea.
    I would say the closet thing I have ever had would be the Déjà vu thing everyone gets. :P

  8. Logan, Um...that was amazing. I almost cried. It was really good, and really sweet, and humble, and perfect. Trust me I'm not just saying that. You're going to be great I can feel it my bones. I love it! I love it alot! I love the way you see things,I always have, heck, I didn't just follow you so that you'd follow me.
    It was amazing, and prefect. I love it.

  9. You should chck out the CBOX on the side of the page, people love your post!