Encounters With Ghosts, Buses and Eels (September 2nd, 2007)

I think at first that I was on some sort of organized trip in a bus. It was driving in a rural area, on rather bad country roads as I recall.
And I just have to tell you about this amazing bus. You could open it at the middle and slide the back part aside so that it ended up in the oppisite lane, still attached to one side of the bus. Not sure if you can picture this, it's quite hard to explain. Anyway, the passengers were sitting in the front part of it, but the fact that the back part was slid aside made, of course, a large hole at the back of the front part. This, however, was how it was supposed to be. I had some idea that this function was there for baggage reasons. And the bus was purple, by the way, like those from the Timeekspressen company.
And I remember getting off this bus on the way down a hill. And on the right-hand side of the road there was this ditch at the bottom of which was a pond. There was at least one stream leading to this pond, possibly two. And I somehow ended up down there. And I was stepping through this stream, and the most disgusting brown eel slithered through very shallow, muddy water. Not too fond of slimy things in the foot area.
So I got across and tried to climb up the other side of the ditch. It had tufts of dry grass. And it was really steep, so I couldn't get up, but there was a young man standing above me to my left, and I asked him to "help me up, dammit!" But he just laughed at me and threw some... Whatever it was at me. They were animals, I think. Sort of a hybrid between octopus and jellyfish. The shape of jellyfish, but their undersides were like the tentacles of an octopus. And they were brown, and there were two of them. And they really sucked themselves onto your skin, you had to really pull to get them off. Me not like.
Later, I was on the very same country roads, horsebackriding with a woman. She was middle-aged with blonde/gray hair to the shoulders, and not fat, but solid. We were both on ponies and passing an old house.
And I say to the woman: "So this is your ghost house?" Like she was showing me a haunted house. And this house was white, and it had quite a lot of windows. And it was very pointy towards the roof. The windows were parted in three like you often see on older houses. By that I mean parted in two in the ordinary way, to open individually, and then another window crossing them above. If that makes any sense at all. And it was a very narrow house, and all in all very small. And about one or two meters inward from the windows there hung curtains, which looked more like sheets in different colours. And they moved as if in slight breeze in there, even though the windows were all closed as far as I could see.