Hates and dreams
I fell into a deep comatose slumber very early into the morning,about 2:00 am, and the freak show that followed behind my closed lids was a roller coaster ride into absolute insanity.
I had a grandmother with a very strange house. Its the house that has been in a lot of my nightmares lately. I dont know why its hanging around but i guess it really appreciates my brain and its night time activities. The house, on the outside, reminds me of the one in Amittyville Horror. The older version,not the newer one. (if you have never seen the older one i highly suggest it. Personally i find it much more frightening.) The inside is always different from the outside. whenenver i wake up i realize that the inside doesnt fit the outside. The stairs are walls on both sides and dark,an enclosed scary area. The top floor is a loft of sorts. downstairs is the roseanne like set up of a home....odd i know.
SO, i was with my grandmother at this strange house and i was going to school...Mark Wahlberg was there. He was giving the guys this protein bar that would make them become like superhuman. and enraged, like they were on steroids. And then they would die.but we would leave their lifeless corpses where they were to rot. but its like they had something to tell you so they would pull a thing like the shutter twins in 9. But the corpse would take you and pull your head to their faces so you were eye to eye and they would flash the saddest and horrifying scenes into your mind. and if you didnt let them they would suck your soul from your body and it was very painful. Not only would they suck your soul but take every essence of your humanity. After this happened to my grandmother her lifeless body was trying to flash into me all the rage of having her life cut short. when i wouldnt comply she started to knock everything over of mine in the house. it just started to remove itself but just enough so it was in the open but id have to run and grab it,risking the chance of capture. and when i grabbed it, all it turned out to be was garbage.
from there the dream gets all out of sorts or makes zero sense so....i dont know
Hates-
this seemed like something i cared about but its really not.(meaning the hates portion of this, not my dream, that dream needed this bc i dont want it after me again.)
I had a grandmother with a very strange house. Its the house that has been in a lot of my nightmares lately. I dont know why its hanging around but i guess it really appreciates my brain and its night time activities. The house, on the outside, reminds me of the one in Amittyville Horror. The older version,not the newer one. (if you have never seen the older one i highly suggest it. Personally i find it much more frightening.) The inside is always different from the outside. whenenver i wake up i realize that the inside doesnt fit the outside. The stairs are walls on both sides and dark,an enclosed scary area. The top floor is a loft of sorts. downstairs is the roseanne like set up of a home....odd i know.
SO, i was with my grandmother at this strange house and i was going to school...Mark Wahlberg was there. He was giving the guys this protein bar that would make them become like superhuman. and enraged, like they were on steroids. And then they would die.but we would leave their lifeless corpses where they were to rot. but its like they had something to tell you so they would pull a thing like the shutter twins in 9. But the corpse would take you and pull your head to their faces so you were eye to eye and they would flash the saddest and horrifying scenes into your mind. and if you didnt let them they would suck your soul from your body and it was very painful. Not only would they suck your soul but take every essence of your humanity. After this happened to my grandmother her lifeless body was trying to flash into me all the rage of having her life cut short. when i wouldnt comply she started to knock everything over of mine in the house. it just started to remove itself but just enough so it was in the open but id have to run and grab it,risking the chance of capture. and when i grabbed it, all it turned out to be was garbage.
from there the dream gets all out of sorts or makes zero sense so....i dont know
Hates-
this seemed like something i cared about but its really not.(meaning the hates portion of this, not my dream, that dream needed this bc i dont want it after me again.)