Thread: Mike's Dream Journal

6-20-08

Note: Last dream while on vacation
*Me and my sister were in a classroom, with a whole bunch of people we didn't know, but looked firmiliar. Some girl pointed out a kid who was drawing, and said it was really good. Everyone in the room gathered around him, except me. I said, "I can do better than that..." Then I sat down, and Started drawing a picture of a girl in a hat, in orange colored pencil.

Sorry I haven't entered in a long time, but i've been busy with school, and haven't been getting more than 5 hours of sleep most nights. The reason I entered this, was because this was the first dream I have had in a while that I actually remembered, and felt actually meant something. This is the first time I have been legitimately scared in a dream for a long time, and I think it may have had to do with me listening to a different radio station than normal, as music and sounds alter my dreams a lot. Also, if your reading this, thanks for taking the time to care about my dreams

*At a house in the middle of the country. I am there with some family and some friends. We believe that a murderer lives there. I tell them that I know he is a murderer, I have been there before (for some reason, maybe I was a victim who escaped) and it is unsafe to be there. We go inside and look around for evidence. I tell them not to go into the basement, because that's where he kills, and there are dead bodies down there, so their stomachs couldn't handle it. They didn't believe me, and went downstairs anyway. When I go down with them, there are no bodies, or blood, or weapons. I tell them that last time I was here, they was that stuff everywhere, but they didn't believe me. We went back upstairs to look for more evidence. I told them that we should leave, because this man could come home at any minute. A few people leave when I say this, but the rest of the people stay, and decide that they need to find more information about this guy. About 5 minutes later, I convinced them to leave, but as we were leaving the house, in front of our cars, the Man was standing, holding gun ammo. He mentioned AK-47 ammo. He asked us why we had all this ammo, but no guns. I told him that we were going to go hunting, but he didn't believe me. We said that we wanted to leave and go home, but he said that we were inside his house, and he doesn't want us to leave.

THIS IS WHEN I WOKE UP. THE WORST POSSIBLE TIME!