PKJacker

Had Dream about a pen that never ran out of ink and some other stuff. Tried to recall some more, but I quickly forgot it.

Had a bit of a dry spell with recall, and since my dreams weren't that interesting, I forced myself to make a dream journal for today. It's pretty short...

Dream about trees and how done don't smell when they're cut down

Then there then I was on a cruise ship with a shit load of old people
Who also were like disgusting looking old

Playing on a minecraft server (dream) and we're doing stuff to make money
Then this one guy starts killing everyone else cause he's rich with money and I try to go after him with a sword to kill him but it turns out he can fly and I can not.

I feel like the last one could be symbolism for how the rich are so wealthy that they are untouchable by others. No matter what they do to you, you can't do anything to them. Also the minecraft world is symbolism for how everything was built from the ground up .

"Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you."

I get home from school and my dad brings out an old puppet that he says is decently creepy. This worries my sister a little bit but I am quite curious what he will bring out.
First he brings out the body which is in a blue puffy costume, like a clown outfit, and it starts to walk around on it's own a little and that makes me sister gasp in surprise, but I'm laughing at how awkward it looks while trying to walk around.

Then my dad finds the head of the puppet and right when he puts the head on the puppet changes completely and I have a feeling that the puppet is all wrong. My sister is already gone, and my dad disappeared somewhere but I hear my sister screaming. The puppet's body becomes very skinny and long and black, I don't know what it's face was like, or even the back of it's head for some reason, even in the dream I couldn't see it correctly.

Right when it gets it's head it changes it's movements as well and I keep forgetting that the puppet is actually a puppet and not a real human, and every time I remember that its a puppet I get very surprised. It starts talking but I have no idea what it was saying, I don't think it was even words, just the feeling of it talking and it's general calm composure. The screaming at this point gets higher pitched.

My dream ends when it's dancing around for some reason and I hug it to show that I accept it as a person and that I'm not afraid of it. But right when I do the live face of the puppet becomes dull and his hand that is hugging me and patting me on the back feels cold and dead, like a piece of porcelain being hit against my bones. That horrified me and woke me up for quite some time.

At the end I couldn't hear anything except for screaming and the knocking of the cold hand against me.