Oct 26, 2004 15:04
I just got up yeah i know it's like 3 in the after noon but whatever. I rushed down here to type these...twisted dreams(?) In before i forgot them. The frist one all i can remember is a house and a road i've seen in other dreams. It wasn't that odd but the second one.
The second one was dark. Very Dark. It took place in somebody's house, and Robyn, Patrick, Cristel, my mother, and Nicky's nephew Cody was in it. But it wasn't mine or Robyn or Cristel's house. We were all in a bed room watching... something. A video tape i think. It was really late at night. Patrick was shifting in and out of sleep but robyn and i were up and alert. The house was barrently decorated and felt heavy with a energ. The video showed a girl in a box on wheels, like a soap box derby sorta thing. On a huge ramp. She was surpose to launch over something to save a school fo kids. I think. It shoulds right. There was a turle in this some how. When she started to go down the ramp she went to fast. It was like i was standing there recording it. And launched up high in to the air flipping over and slamed down killing her covering about a 3 foot area around it with blood and the such. Music went said and the "credits" started to row. I asked cristel why she had to go down the ramp. She said it would be explained in the credits. The credits showed 3 college girls in a like wood panel room. Warm and inviting. And the camera person. They were talking like of a raod trip. I went down the stairs to see my mother brining in kripy kreme doughnuts. I went back up stairs and sat on the bed by patrick. Cristel said it was time to leave and i got up and some how grabbed bags and started to leave. A Road Trip. Before i left i leaned back in and patrick woke up and i said "Bye sweetie." And then it faded away with me going down the steps.
I don't know what to make of these dreams. But people usally don't die in my dreams. It was scary watching it from the point i did. It's one of my dreams. It could turn out true. I just hope not. For the girl.