Thread: Inside This Mind Dreamjournal...

January 24th

Three of my friends and I were walking down a dirt road. It looked like a four wheeler trail lined with tall trees on both sides. I didn't know where we were, none of us did. Everything around us was green and there were rolling hills of green grass. It reminded me of Ireland, or at least pictures of it. Out of nowhere my friends began running up the road. I yelled for them to wait, but they didn't stop or even turn around. I ran after them. I began to catch up and as i got to them, they froze staring up ahead.

It was a house, sitting on top of a hill. The road led right to to the front porch. The house was blue and had broken shudders and all of the windows were broken. Their was no smoke coming from the chimmeny. We began running again exited to go inside the abandoned blue house. We walked into the front door and saw a giant empty room. there was nothing in the house. Their was a staircase goign down into the basement. We went down. their was paper everywhere. Not unorganized and thrown about, but stacked, nicely stacked and piled everywhere. the walls of this room were dark blue with little white stars on it. As we started up the stairs to leave, i woke up...

thats pretty cool... i was picturing it in my head... was i in there.