They're Heeere

My dream-brain must have decided that I didn't need to get any rest tonight. Because I had a strange combo of a stress dream/scary dream. I had to go to an exam at a music school where I took piano lessons when I was a kid. I never actually took any exams there in real life, so I don't know what that was about, but in the dream I had three exams that I needed to go to, only I couldn't figure out when the exams were supposed to take place. This seems to be a recurrent theme of mine - for another example, see the 90210/Ziggy comic strip dream.

At some point I ran into my aunt and told her about my exam troubles. For some reason, my aunt had the phone number for the music school administration - she even knew it by heart and promptly gave it to me. I walked over to a phone and managed to dial the number, but once I got through to the secretary of the music school, the connection was really bad, and we couldn't hear each other very well. I shouted louder and louder into the phone, while the secretary just seemed to give up, and it was all very stressful.

Suddenly, however, the whole scene changed, and it wasn't me on the phone anymore - it was little Carol Anne from Poltergeist. She was talking to the evil poltergeist spirits and they made her blow into the phone with all her might. It was very scary, because it was somehow obvious to me that the evil poltergeist spirits were doing this in order to suck the life out of Carol Anne, so the child was slowly dying.

Then I woke up. Thanks a lot, brain.