The Whisperers and the Scribe

I have nightmares like this sometimes, I like them allot, but I don't write them up because they're too simple! So, here are the two most memorable "loud noise" nightmares I've had.

1) Occurred 2002-Jan.

It starts with waking up and being sure that I can hear a very loud noise. The whole street must be awake from it. I'm not sure if it's a dream or not.

So I lay awake a while, wondering if I am in danger, if the noise is "personal". The noise was like a big "banging" that's really drawn on, like a passing plane, but a deeper noise and less "crashing". Something very big and significant, but also something that doesn't make any objects in the room jump or move! Too deep and low pitch. Very loud.

Then I could hear someone, very close to me. Writing with a large quill on old paper. Scrawling things down close to my ear so I could hear the quill scratching on the paper.

I tried to wake up to see who it was, it felt urgent. But as I was waking the scratching noise slowly mutated in to the noise of three or four people whispering. in my room, but when I woke fully they'd gone.

The scribe was medium-age, 40 years old. The whisperers were younger; they seemed like children, if I saw them they would have looked like this:

Wrinkled skin, grey robes, hoods over their heads. There was no actual fear after the very loud noise has subsided and was replaced with the scratching of the pen. I have no particular "image" of the scribe. Someone hidden.

2) Occurred 1992?

There was an immense rumbling sound, coming closer. It was something that could roll through walls. I dreamt myself into a maze. The walls were brick, old, and covered in dirt and mould. Like The Labyrinth, but without David Bowie to come and chat me up.

The massive rumbling sound, in the dream, is a very very large and heavy boulder. It was rolling in the maze, and if it rolled towards me I could not stop it or avoid it. So I move very slowly and carefully, with a beating heart, trying to judge which direction it is coming from. I know which direction, but in the maze, I still don't know how to avoid it or which way to go.

These dreams end quite unsatisfactorily, which little of the excitement or awe of "real" nightmares. They're quite short. The common theme is the loud noise, grey noise, which is scary because the density of it seems to be dangerous.