Dream
Dreams are boring to read about, I understand. But, I never write them down because it takes too long, so typing them out is much more convenient.
I woke up yesterday (Thursday) around noon. I went back to sleep. From noon til 1:45p.m. I had the following dream:
I was driving around the path in my woods in a car. Someone pointed out to me a house I had never noticed in my own woods. The house was a two story Little Tykes-esque house. It was definitely plastic. The top floor had no walls, just a connecting roof. There were two little beds up there, for two kids. The first floor had walls, and there was a small fire outside. From a distance I watched, and saw a tall, burly man with a fur coat on walk to the house. He had auburn hair and wore it in a medium ponytail. He creeped me out. I wanted to call the police, but I felt bad because these people were obviously homeless. I let them stay, though I thought of all the times I was home alone, or had my window open. Scary.
The dream switched. We were still on my property, but in some weird control center. All of a sudden, Zach died. We all started to freak out and Bobby and I ended up running back to our house. When we got there, things had changed. Bobby was in a wheelchair. I thought he was dead, looking at him. I asked my mom how he was and she said, "not well." He looked like he was dead, or a vegetable. I guess he was still alive. We discovered that it was because of these diet pills everyone was taking.
I'm not really sure what's going on with me. It's definitely something wrong.
I woke up yesterday (Thursday) around noon. I went back to sleep. From noon til 1:45p.m. I had the following dream:
I was driving around the path in my woods in a car. Someone pointed out to me a house I had never noticed in my own woods. The house was a two story Little Tykes-esque house. It was definitely plastic. The top floor had no walls, just a connecting roof. There were two little beds up there, for two kids. The first floor had walls, and there was a small fire outside. From a distance I watched, and saw a tall, burly man with a fur coat on walk to the house. He had auburn hair and wore it in a medium ponytail. He creeped me out. I wanted to call the police, but I felt bad because these people were obviously homeless. I let them stay, though I thought of all the times I was home alone, or had my window open. Scary.
The dream switched. We were still on my property, but in some weird control center. All of a sudden, Zach died. We all started to freak out and Bobby and I ended up running back to our house. When we got there, things had changed. Bobby was in a wheelchair. I thought he was dead, looking at him. I asked my mom how he was and she said, "not well." He looked like he was dead, or a vegetable. I guess he was still alive. We discovered that it was because of these diet pills everyone was taking.
I'm not really sure what's going on with me. It's definitely something wrong.