A Fine and Private Place - a book and an anxiety attack, RIP VI reading....

A Fine and Private Place by Peter S. Beagle is not the normal sort of ghostie/ghoulie horror story that would incur a nightmarish anxiety attack.  But it did for me.  On the surface, this is a sweet ghost story - it's slow and meandering and wonderful to read on a warm autumn day with golden sunlight falling all around you.  It's the story of Michael Morgan, newly deceased and waking up as he is buried.  It's the story of Laura, who is buried two weeks later.  It's the story of Mr Jonathan Rebeck, who has hidden in the cemetery for almost 20 years, subsisting on food a raven brings him.  Rebeck is a living man, he can talk to the raven, and he can also talk to ghosts. Why he's hiding out, and what happens to him, is as much fun to watch as what happens to Michael and Laura as they share the experience of being dead together.  It's a sweet story full of love and gentle wisdom about death, and the more I read it, the more I enjoyed it. Except.......

Except I woke up the night that I finished reading the book, in a panic attack.  I'd had a dream that my eldest son was going on a trip to Thailand - a gap sort of trip - and I was worried about his job, if it would be waiting when he came back.  I woke up at this point and felt terror seize me.  I'm going to die and fade away like the ghosts do in A Fine and Private Place! I thought.  It's my worst nightmare, it's a fear that I've struggled with for many years while I searched out my spiritual faith.  For a moment or two I was frozen, seized with horror because I absolutely dread the idea that we don't exist after death.  I had to tell myself it was ok, that it's not what I believe - I believe we continue on in some way after death, that our spirit does come from something and goes somewhere afterward.  I will admit that in A Fine and Private Place, how the ghosts talk about how most of the dead simply go to sleep and drift away until nothing of them remains seems peaceful, and then I remember that it's one thing to read it in a book, it's another to contemplate as reality for you and me here.

In a funny kind of way, A Fine and Private Place helped me heal where I still had some work to do around this area. I have had incidents over my life that have shown me that there is a 'me' that goes on, and it was putting this belief to the test with the fear that made me realize that it's ok, that both beliefs can exist.  Some people think there isn't anything after death, that this is all, and then there is the long darkness.  Some people like me think that there is much more to life than this, that this is one important stage in life, but that the spirit exists beyond and through this, that the universe is spirit and that we do continue on after.

It's funny what reading ghost stories and horror can make one understand about one's self, sometimes!

And despite my waking fear, I really enjoyed A Fine and Private Place.  It's sweet and gentle, and filled with unexpected tenderness about life, and wondrous thoughts about how a ghost might want to try to remember what it's like to be alive.  It certainly makes me appreciate all I can do just by being here, in this moment, feeling the wind blow, waiting for the rain to come, enjoying the windows open on one of the (probably) last warm evenings of the year.  It's harder to warm up to Jonathan Rebeck - I really wanted him to stop being so afraid! - and wanted a little more of the raven, who was very interesting.  I really like how Michael and Laura fight to stay ghosts and not just dissipate into nothingness.  This is a very interesting ghost story with a philosophical bent, just like a conversation you could have if you found yourself wandering in a cemetary one day.  I really like it.

This is another book read for RIP VI.  I am over my total of 4 books to read for the challenge, and I have a whole pile of books to read yet!  Despite my anxiety, or in spite of it - I don't care, I'm reading horror still! 

So how about you, have you discovered any gems yet during this RIP read?

Two great bloggers wrote about horror reading.......
I am thrilled to announce that as well as Emily's wonderful post on why she reads horror, Geraniumcat has also joined in, and posted this last week: her  fabulous thoughts on why she reads horror.  I am excited that they took my questions and wrote about horror and ghost stories, that's part of what blogging is for me, sharing our thoughts and ideas about why we read, and about what we read.  They both wrote thoughtful, serious posts about horror.  If you have any thoughts as you go through Carl's challenge, please write about them - I would love to see why you read ghost stories/horror/thrillers, dear Gentle Reader. Or let me know in the comments if you are shy (and a surprising number of us are shy about why we like what we do).

Book nightmares

Ok, so I was over at Naked Without Books (I love this title! Who doesn't feel naked without a book in her hand??) and Bybee was writing about her recent nightmares that involved books, here. Whew! I'm not the only one having book nightmares then. Because Wednesday morning I woke up from a nightmare that I still can't think too hard about, or I'll have difficulty going to sleep:
I dreamt that I was in a house, with my dream family. We were in a haunted house, and we lived there. The house was a house from both Shirley Jackson's Hill House (Book: The Haunting of Hill House), and the house from The Woman in Black by Susan Hill. **spoiler alert: avert your eyes now: they both have haunted nurseries. **End of Spoiler alert.
In my dream I know the nursery is haunted. The house moves when we aren't looking, things change, and we - my siblings and I - can't be left alone in a room or things happen. There are 4 or 5 of us kids, and our parents. I'm walking down the hall with my mother and we are nearing a bedroom where the other children are, and I'm realizing my parents bedroom isn't even in the same hallway. It is down the hall and over on another corridor. I start saying this is stupid, and they are too far away, and the wall between the corridors should be knocked down, or at least a doorway put in so we can reach their room more quickly. But I have to be speak quietly because the house is listening, whatever malevolent intelligence in the walls and floors that is everywhere and always watching us, it also knows when we are talking about it. There are ghosts in this house too. I wake up as I finish speaking and stand in the doorway of the bedroom. There was no sounds from the nursery yet, but sooner or later I knew we'd hear sounds, and most of the hauntings originated from there.

I woke up feeling very relieved that the knocking/banging sounds hadn't started yet from the nursery, but even in our bedrooms the sense of being watched was everywhere.

Very very creepy dream. And how have your dreams been lately, has RIP3 Challenge been affecting your dreams?