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I'm walking up to agricultre in my high school, I enter the gate leading to the big farm I know so well. The basketball courts are on the inside of the gate this time, not on the other side like they should be. I walk, and look up at the basketball net, it's really strange, the end of it is blue-ish, which puzzles me. Suddenly, a MASSIVE spider jumps down from the net, I'm not talking tarantula kind of thing, I mean as big as a... well... a REALLY BIG SPIDER. I discover that the spider was camoflauging into the net, and in fact was the bottom half. I have some sort of weapon in my hand, one that I can't recall. I think it might have been some type of news paper rolled up. I jump forward and try to hit it, but I'm a few centimetres short, and I ease back as it hurrys away into the dense trees.

I'm not sure how I got there, but I'm in a house, there's a severe spider infestation, they're everywhere! They're a realistic size (thank god) about a small tarantula/huntsman. I get bit, and look at my arm, and see a two punture mark wound. I go to dad and show him, and then I realise I have hundreds of bite marks. I demand dad takes me to hospital, but he tells me to chill, and that it'll heal fine. I'm not so sure, but I have no choice, to hop up on a table, giving me slightly better defence from the spiders, and wait. I look down at my fore-arm, it's covered in venom and pus. I urgently ask dad to take me to the hospital, and he grugingly agrees. We're outside the hospital, and my arm is now a purple colour, I know I don't have long. I run into the hospital with two people, and they sift through a bin, for some reason, and triumphantly hold up a botte of annti-venom tablets. We race out, and I ask dad wether to chew them or swallow them. He tells me to swallow them, and I do, but It doesn't work, and "game over" flashes infront of me. This wasn't a video game dream, it just appeared in front of me. It says "restart!" and we race into the hospital, even faster, gaining extra time. They search the bin again, and I distract the receptionist for some reason. I say something like "After all the donations I make to charity, It's fine to steal it just this once" and we go back outside. I swallow the tablets, and It's succesful! - Or is it?

I look down at my wrist, it begins to swell with blister, like circles, and I see these small little black circles buzz around the blisters. Suddenly they all pop, and guess what the dots were? Yep, thousands of little baby spiders. They spread out on me, covering my whole body, The crawling feeling is so real it's crazy! I try to swipe them off, but I wake up a few agonizing minutes later. I'm still, and I feel like I could deild, but there's no way I'm going back to the dream, so I open my eyes, look at the time, and realise I've just turned fourteen

last night i had an extremely vivid and disturbing dream.

i was in a house that was a hybrid of my own and my friends house.
i hear a knock on the door and it's this guy i know (we'll call him A) that has a horrible personality IRL and i dislike him with a passion.

i haven't answered the door yet but i know it's him because he's speaking (it sounds like he's reading out the course outline for one of my psychology courses) and i recognise his voice.

then i hear some other people approaching (about 15 or so, and they all sound about 16 or 17) and they hassle A. he keeps just saying random words: "consciousness, neural bases of behavior, learning and conditioning.."

then they start stabbing him and laughing cruelly

A: "are you stabbing me?"

the stabbing sound was incredibly disturbing and realistic. i was sitting inside listening to all this and freaking out, almost feeling every stab because i can hear it so clearly.
then it stops and the mob sounds satisfied, laughing and joking about A's death
"look, it's a dead A. hahahahahahaahah!"

all this time i want to go out and do something about it but i know i'll just be killed as well. i was pretty terrified obviously.
i hear them leave and then i tentitively go to the door and only catch a glimpse of A and then look away.
he certainly looks dead. he's lying still with blood oozing out of his stab wounds.

i decide to call the cops so i go find my cellphone. i go to back to my room (which doesn't look like my room whatsoever) and find it. i dial 2000 (the proper police number in New Zealand is 111) and hear an american voice on the other end.

"hello this is the police blah blah blah"

i say nothing, still in shock, but i'm also starting to get a little confused by this whole situation and something seems very fishy.

operator: "come forth or front from the weather"

me: "uh yeah i think they killed A, they stabbed him man...."

then i woke up and heard a bunch of laughing teenage voices in the alley that had gotten into my dreams and had become the laughing mob.

so many dreamsigns!!! and i almost figured out i was dreaming!
dang man.