My name is josh, 15 year old male, and i live in new jersey.
I do have this one dream that has happened twice, although it was a couple years ago,
and a few years apart, which makes it sort of interesting.

Well, im not exactly sure what happened in the very beggining of the dream, but here it goes.

Im driving along a dark road with no traffic, and the sky is dark. The area around the road is basically a desert. Basically loads of darkness. In the dream, i am a grown man with two kids and a wife. I cannot recall the sex of the children. We are looking for a place to stay. Possibly on some sort of road trip. We see this hotel and decide to pull in to check it out. This place looks sort of like an old mansion, something that you'd see out of a tim burton movie. We go in. The inside has the same chilling feel as the outside. I check it out, and decide to stay. Before i book a room, the man at the desk (who i think was slightly irregular looking, like in an abstract painting) tells me something like this 'Once you go in, you never leave.' I agree to stay anyway. I go up the grand staircase with my family and we hang our coats on a life-filled coat hanger thing. It looks like its out of alice in wonderland. So we stay the night. The next day, we obviously try to leave. They say no. I jump off the staircase, and a demented clown comes jumping at me. We are flying at each other in slow-motion. At this point, i wake up.


A very peculiar dream to be sure. I think the first appearance was when i was 8-9 years old. Then again between 11-13 years old. I have two brothers, live with my parents.
My parents fight alot. They are "nothing fighters". if anyone listens to dane cook. (Hahaha) funny man that guy. it really grains on me. Not to mention i havent done very well in school in 8th grade. It caused alot of psycological pain. Feelings of failure, etc. I'm finishing up 9th grade now, and im doing better. Still not great. I'm probably a C+ to B- student average.
The last two years of my life have been very trying.
My parents also used to fight alot when i was little. little meaning 5 years old. I can still remember the fights.

Thats about it.


Wow. Quite a sob story.
hahahah.

Thanks for your time.
-jjm121.