Wooo

[smokingboot]

Dreams of returning to an old hall of residence, to a room I knew was haunted. But it was all much bigger, totally different. The poltergeist was playing with me, to the extent that it would open wardrobe doors and shut them again on command, not because it had to do what I said but to show me that it was lucid and powerful. Sometimes I could see ghosts as chirpy Yoof in set costumes, sometimes not. I wanted to show people the existence of the poltergeist, but suspected it wouldn't perform for them, in case part of its work was to make me look crazy. And I woke with a prediction in my head, but I'll not reveal it out of respect for chaos theory. One odd flap of the butterfly's wings sends the world tumbling a strange way.

I've no idea if this is true or not but in the way of the traditionally superstitious, no testing it for me!