Thread: Soria's dream journal

June 6th

-I start by getting a call from Matthew, and he says to meet him at his house. I agree and then am suddenly walking up the steps to an unfamiliar house which makes me nervous. (I think that's because I know it wasn't Matthew's house) I look around to find Matt's car but it's nowhere in sight, and he won't pick up his phone. I go inside anyway despite not feeling right. It's nerveracking. (It actually reminds me of my friend Chris' apartment) I flip the switch for the light but it doesn't work. I get scared but remember that I'm always supposed to wait before searching a house until someone is with me. Matt still isn't here so I ignore the warning and go throughout the house upstairs and down searching. Nothing seems to be working correctly. I go back downstairs and say to myself how proud I am that I searched the entire house by myself.

I decide to go out the door and pick up my phone to call Matt but he won't answer. I look around and see cars the same beige color as his. Turning my head to the left, I see a beige SUV pull up to the house. I turn right to walk down the path but I look through the windshield and there is a black man behind the wheel who has concerned eyes. He gets out of the car with his wife and tells his two kids (who I later see were my old childhood friend's sisters) to get out of the car. They seem recognizable in my dream but I dismiss it. I know they want to go inside and I mention how wierd the house is. As I walk up the front steps I see a big black spot, like part of my vision has been blocked out for a split second. I dismiss it in my dream and mention how weird the house is. The man, the next time I look at him, turns into my father and the woman my mother.

We go inside and I tell them the lights don't work, but when my dad flips the switch, a light comes on. (I realize now that the lights didn't stay on but didn't notice in my dream) We walk out the back and the two girls are holding cell phones with their fingers on the dial. I say, "Remember to call immediately if something goes wrong." They nod and the older one crawls beneath me and says, "Look a basement!" I realize I've never checked the basement. I look through the glass and it's very dark. The older girl says, "There's someone in there" and I get nervous again. My dad, my mom, and I are now in the basement and I see a man under the desk but not his face. He starts peeing on the ground, and we try to walk around it to the left. We decide to leave but as we're tiptoeing to the basement window, I see one of his eyes and it scares me.

There is a close up of my mom's white sneaker as she tries to push me out the window. As I turn around, my dad is pulling the guy from beneath the table, asking him what he's doing there. The guy doesn't answer so my father pulls at his skin on the guys hand and rips a small part off. He tastes the blood with his tongue as if analyzing it and looks at the guy. I get the impression that there is more pain where that came from. The guy looks over to at me and says that he needs my bones (or blood, I can't remember). I get anxious but am thinking about old sick people. I then wake up.