I've had my LJ for 7 YEARS!!!
In true LJ tradition, I would like to document a dream I had.
At first the dream was beautiful. I had a very large open gorgeous grassy field in front of me that sloped slightly down to a cliff that looked over a beautiful mountain range. I ran through the field like a giddy school girl. It was awesome. I got far away and it was suddenly night. I saw a collection of things laying on the ground. I started going through these things and noticed that it was all things that were mine. And they were really personal things. Mostly photo albums and CD's. I realized they were all photo albums and CD's that I've been missing for a long time. So I started picking them up and gathering them. I was really confused as to why they were out here, it made me feel kinda nervous but I was happy to have them back. As I was gathering them this man came out of nowhere and was surprised to see me. He was obviously the man who had stolen my things. I tried to be really nice to him because I figured he was pretty unstable. He was some sort of stalker that was obsessed with me. I was really nice to him and he had a bed out in the middle of nowhere, so I helped him make his bed. I kept talking to him trying to sound like I wasn't freaked out or nervous, I just wanted to get away from him. I felt like he could have tried to hurt me at any minute. So I told him I was taking some of my stuff back and that I didn't care that he took it. He reached into his back pocket and I knew he was going for a gun, he pulled a gun out and pointed it at me. I freaked out and dropped what I was holding and tried to talk to him. Somehow we got into a brawl and I knocked the gun out of his hand. Then he reached into another pocket and pulled out a small knife. He stabbed me right in my stomach. It didn't hurt really, it was just alarming that I had been stabbed. So I wrestled him more and grabbed the knife out of his hand. I ended up on top of him laying down on the ground face down. I just started stabbing his neck over and over and then ran off. He got up and started to chase me but he was pretty far back. I jumped into this small shed and hid. I could watch out of a crack between the boards and I saw that he had no idea where I was. Later on in the dream I remember trying to turn him in and this cop was listening to my story and then the crazy guy came up to the cop and interrupted me and tried to make the story sound like I was the crazy one and I started yelling at him and showed the cop where he stabbed me in my stomach and it had already healed over and looked like a small scratch. Anyway, I just remember being so mad he tried to make me sound like the crazy one. Crazy dream.
At first the dream was beautiful. I had a very large open gorgeous grassy field in front of me that sloped slightly down to a cliff that looked over a beautiful mountain range. I ran through the field like a giddy school girl. It was awesome. I got far away and it was suddenly night. I saw a collection of things laying on the ground. I started going through these things and noticed that it was all things that were mine. And they were really personal things. Mostly photo albums and CD's. I realized they were all photo albums and CD's that I've been missing for a long time. So I started picking them up and gathering them. I was really confused as to why they were out here, it made me feel kinda nervous but I was happy to have them back. As I was gathering them this man came out of nowhere and was surprised to see me. He was obviously the man who had stolen my things. I tried to be really nice to him because I figured he was pretty unstable. He was some sort of stalker that was obsessed with me. I was really nice to him and he had a bed out in the middle of nowhere, so I helped him make his bed. I kept talking to him trying to sound like I wasn't freaked out or nervous, I just wanted to get away from him. I felt like he could have tried to hurt me at any minute. So I told him I was taking some of my stuff back and that I didn't care that he took it. He reached into his back pocket and I knew he was going for a gun, he pulled a gun out and pointed it at me. I freaked out and dropped what I was holding and tried to talk to him. Somehow we got into a brawl and I knocked the gun out of his hand. Then he reached into another pocket and pulled out a small knife. He stabbed me right in my stomach. It didn't hurt really, it was just alarming that I had been stabbed. So I wrestled him more and grabbed the knife out of his hand. I ended up on top of him laying down on the ground face down. I just started stabbing his neck over and over and then ran off. He got up and started to chase me but he was pretty far back. I jumped into this small shed and hid. I could watch out of a crack between the boards and I saw that he had no idea where I was. Later on in the dream I remember trying to turn him in and this cop was listening to my story and then the crazy guy came up to the cop and interrupted me and tried to make the story sound like I was the crazy one and I started yelling at him and showed the cop where he stabbed me in my stomach and it had already healed over and looked like a small scratch. Anyway, I just remember being so mad he tried to make me sound like the crazy one. Crazy dream.