Sleep is Overated
Had a dream about this woman with pale skin and long black hair. She had killed three people and was coming after me.
The dream started out alright. Odd of course but then, most dreams are. I was with some guy on a roller coaster then somehow it changed and I was with someone else.. A different guy. We went into this house at night and none of the light switches would work. It was pitch black. The guy I was with just disappeared. I found a flashlight somehow and walked through the house only to discover my companion in a bathtub, his throat slit and an old razor covered in blood lay upon the floor not far from his body.
I turned and ran into another room and open the closet door only to find two more people. A girl and a toddler boy. Both strangled by barbed wire which remained around their necks. My breath caught in my throat and I felt like I couldn't breathe. I turned to go and there she stood. This woman with long black hair and a wicked smile. I dropped the flashlight, pushing her out of the way, I ran and somehow lost her.
I ended up at an old woman's house, who happened to be a witch. (I find this rather ironic.. but whatever) I begged her for use of her phone. She allowed me to... though I had to take the time to plug the cord into the phone jack. But the cord wouldn't reach. She had had stuff tangled in it. It seemed like eons had passed by the time I was able to get the cord untangled. I dialed 911. I heard rock music in the background and the woman with dark hair on the phone. She was speaking with an innocent voice trying to see if the police had called or if I had called them yet.
At this point, I knew I was dreaming, but I couldn't change it. I hung up and redialed and this time the phone was asking for money. I was dumbfounded. The old woman interrupted my thoughts and asked if my little sister was standing outside her window. I turned to see the image of a young girl with light brown hair. But the sight of her filled me with fear for even as I looked at her, I knew who she really was. In front of my eyes she shifted into her true form. I dropped the phone and ran out the back door.
This time I ended up at a church and found a phone in the hall so I called 911 again. They didn't answer the phone in the normal manner. I had to ask if I dialed the right number and once I was sure I started explaining everything. As I spoke I looked to my left to see the woman at the end of the hall swinging a morning star. My last words were "Oh my God, She's here". I dropped the phone and forced myself to wake up.
The dream started out alright. Odd of course but then, most dreams are. I was with some guy on a roller coaster then somehow it changed and I was with someone else.. A different guy. We went into this house at night and none of the light switches would work. It was pitch black. The guy I was with just disappeared. I found a flashlight somehow and walked through the house only to discover my companion in a bathtub, his throat slit and an old razor covered in blood lay upon the floor not far from his body.
I turned and ran into another room and open the closet door only to find two more people. A girl and a toddler boy. Both strangled by barbed wire which remained around their necks. My breath caught in my throat and I felt like I couldn't breathe. I turned to go and there she stood. This woman with long black hair and a wicked smile. I dropped the flashlight, pushing her out of the way, I ran and somehow lost her.
I ended up at an old woman's house, who happened to be a witch. (I find this rather ironic.. but whatever) I begged her for use of her phone. She allowed me to... though I had to take the time to plug the cord into the phone jack. But the cord wouldn't reach. She had had stuff tangled in it. It seemed like eons had passed by the time I was able to get the cord untangled. I dialed 911. I heard rock music in the background and the woman with dark hair on the phone. She was speaking with an innocent voice trying to see if the police had called or if I had called them yet.
At this point, I knew I was dreaming, but I couldn't change it. I hung up and redialed and this time the phone was asking for money. I was dumbfounded. The old woman interrupted my thoughts and asked if my little sister was standing outside her window. I turned to see the image of a young girl with light brown hair. But the sight of her filled me with fear for even as I looked at her, I knew who she really was. In front of my eyes she shifted into her true form. I dropped the phone and ran out the back door.
This time I ended up at a church and found a phone in the hall so I called 911 again. They didn't answer the phone in the normal manner. I had to ask if I dialed the right number and once I was sure I started explaining everything. As I spoke I looked to my left to see the woman at the end of the hall swinging a morning star. My last words were "Oh my God, She's here". I dropped the phone and forced myself to wake up.