Dreams, sometimes I hate them. I don’t hate the nightmares or the weird fantasy ones, or even the ones that weave implausible stores. The ones I hate are the ones that leave me with a false sense of security ( Read more... )

I dreamed of Zombies. We were living in this Townhouse that my Mother use to live in. Commonly known in our home as ‘The Old House’. The zombies were running around and they were all weird and blue colored and moaning and groaning and trying to eat people as zombies are want to do ( Read more... )

Last night I had the weirdest most disturbing dreams.

First Dream:

I was sitting on the floor with Ashley and she was drawing when a knock came upon the door of a house I do not live in and have never seen, but lived there for my dream. A lady with long blond hair was at the door. She looked like someone who was selling something or asking for ( Read more... )