Chucky's Fire
I've dreamed of fire many times; probably because I'm so deathly afraid of it. I don't know why but I've always had a fear of my house catching fire and the whole uncontrollable thing. I just wouldn't wanna die that way.
Well, last night I dreamed lots of dreams, but a minute ago a story of Hurricane Ike sparked memories of one dream I had last night.....read on.
I was starting to watch some movie about chucky. (remember back in day how scarey the chucky movies were?) So, apparently it was a new movie like the old ones. It was sooo scarey. But in this chucky movie he was doing bad things and trying to get you to do them to. For some reason when he started to do another bad thing, it didn't seem that bad so I decided to do it to see what happens. Even though I knew that the end result could be bad. (that's SO not like me) So he turns the fire on on a stove top and drops a styrophome cup into the fire. (I'm doing what he's doing as he does it so I have no idea what's gonna happen) The styrophome cup burns up and I think, "wow, ok that was nothing!", then all of a sudden when it's done burning up it throws a small ball of fire up to the ceiling and catches the ceiling on fire. I freak out, running out my door. (which was some sort of dorm type room where my kitchen and bedroom were connected. I run out of my "room" shutting the door behind me.....I start waking people up on couches downstairs in the house and telling them to get out that there's a fire. It was weird. Apparently it was late late at night and I wasn't being very urgent, almost whispering that there's a freakin' fire! So everyone apparently gets out but I keep asking if anyone called the fire people. (that's actually what I said!) Everyone agreed someone had but no one knew who. It seemed like 30 minutes went by before they showed up. For some reason I didn't want to admit I was the one that started the fire. Silly as it seems, I was scared for some reason. Like I had purposefully done something to hurt people. So after they got the fire out, I went up to my room....I don't remember much of anything after that.
Very strange. Now, I DID have a friend that her house caught fire last week and she shut the doors to her room and her parents had done the same thing which helped save parts of their home. But where does the chucky movie come into play? creepy creepy....
Well, last night I dreamed lots of dreams, but a minute ago a story of Hurricane Ike sparked memories of one dream I had last night.....read on.
I was starting to watch some movie about chucky. (remember back in day how scarey the chucky movies were?) So, apparently it was a new movie like the old ones. It was sooo scarey. But in this chucky movie he was doing bad things and trying to get you to do them to. For some reason when he started to do another bad thing, it didn't seem that bad so I decided to do it to see what happens. Even though I knew that the end result could be bad. (that's SO not like me) So he turns the fire on on a stove top and drops a styrophome cup into the fire. (I'm doing what he's doing as he does it so I have no idea what's gonna happen) The styrophome cup burns up and I think, "wow, ok that was nothing!", then all of a sudden when it's done burning up it throws a small ball of fire up to the ceiling and catches the ceiling on fire. I freak out, running out my door. (which was some sort of dorm type room where my kitchen and bedroom were connected. I run out of my "room" shutting the door behind me.....I start waking people up on couches downstairs in the house and telling them to get out that there's a fire. It was weird. Apparently it was late late at night and I wasn't being very urgent, almost whispering that there's a freakin' fire! So everyone apparently gets out but I keep asking if anyone called the fire people. (that's actually what I said!) Everyone agreed someone had but no one knew who. It seemed like 30 minutes went by before they showed up. For some reason I didn't want to admit I was the one that started the fire. Silly as it seems, I was scared for some reason. Like I had purposefully done something to hurt people. So after they got the fire out, I went up to my room....I don't remember much of anything after that.
Very strange. Now, I DID have a friend that her house caught fire last week and she shut the doors to her room and her parents had done the same thing which helped save parts of their home. But where does the chucky movie come into play? creepy creepy....