When I came home from school today, I decided to take a nap. During the nap, I had a crazy dream!
Finally.
It started off with me in guitar class. Everyone was in a “fight.” Only, the guitar class was different. Today it was taking place in the wrestling room. I decided to leave, because I wasn’t feeling well, and when I walked out the door I turned up in some house.
At this house, I just sat down on the couch and started watching TV, so im guessing it was my house. I was relaxing when I heard the front door open and someone shout my name then slam the bathroom door. Through the door they shouted “Get me a pair of scissors!” so I did. When I got them, I went to the door and knocked, and this strange looking man answered. I had never seen him before, but in the dream I was acting like I knew him.
Standing there with this man, I noticed he was crying so I asked him why and he said she left him again. Then grabbing at his very long hair, which was to his shoulders, he cried that he needed to cut it off now. His glasses very foggy from tears, and I remember in the dream I was just annoyed by this. In the dream I felt this was a normal thing that I had to deal with, in regards to this man. In real life, I was terrified. I could say that it was at this point the dream turned into a nightmare.
Once the man in the bathroom slammed the door shut again, my mom called me and asked if I wanted to go on a day trip with her, my brother, cousin Susan, and cousin Mallory. She was down the hallway, so I agreed and walked to her. My surroundings turned into outdoor, and we were all standing by the car. We all got in, me sitting in the front with my mom driving, when my mom said that she hoped the bridge was open because we had to cross a lake. Well, the bridge wasn’t.
Since the bridge wasn’t open, we drove across the shallow part of the lake, eerily enough we kept driving on top of the water. I was scared because we were obviously in pretty deep after a few minutes and speeding, and my mom said not to worry, and that’s when you drive really fast you stay on top of the water. Then we reached a different bridge. A very narrow bridge that I would be afraid walking across, and starting going up it, over the lake. Water was rushing at us, it felt so real, and I was freaking out. For some reason, and the top of this bridge, we took the wrong tracks, and our car got connected to tracks from a roller coaster. My mom shouted to everybody to hold on and I remember being so scared for Mallory, because she was sitting in her Susan’s lap and didn’t have a seatbelt of her own. Luckily, the roller coaster was at its end and we only went down a couple of hills. Looking behind me, it was lucky that was all, because there were the biggest loops of a roller coaster I have ever seen.
The car stopped back at the start, just like at a normal roller coaster, and everybody got out. Now, to get back to the start of the lake, you had to ride what looked like a ski lift back. To make this part of the story shorter, everybody rode across the ski lift and was waiting on the other side. When it was my turn, I went to get in the ski left, and the man gave me a nasty look. It turns out it was the same man as earlier in the dream. His hair was shorter and his glasses were gone but it was definitely the same guy. For some reason dream me did not notice this. He started complaining to me about women, and that its so simple to snap my own seatbelt and close the bar. I told him, I could do that for myself, when his phone started ringing, so he told me to do it.
As I’m putting it on, he’s talking on the phone, first in English, then in Spanish, then French, then I wasn’t sure what, but just like watching a television show, there were subtitles at the bottom. He was telling some women on the phone that he would grab me, and that I was right in front of him. Then I heard the woman tell him to hurry up and do it, because I was in danger. I started rushing to get my ride started. I closed the bar but he opened it, as he hung up the phone, and of course grabbed me and started bringing me somewhere. Great! I looked up the lift and noticed my family was all safe so was not as scared, when this cop lady walked up to me and the guy, pointing a gun at him. I swear I know who she was, but I cant think of it! She had black hair and a French accent. Noticing the French accent made me wonder if she was actually bad or good.
Who were the good people? The lady on the phone told the guy to grab me because I was in danger, so were they good? The French lady popped up awfully quickly after the man grabbed me, so was she actually bad? I never found out. My dream ended.
Don’t you hate that.
I was a hostage in an intense dream, and it just ends, because of my stupid alarm!
Well, this was an example of how vividly I dream.
No, I did not make any of this up. It may seem as if I did, but I did not. I love it though.
Hopefully I have another dream tonight. This may make for some interesting reading. If not interesting, really weird reading.
I'll talk about Dollhouse tomorrow, since it comes on tomorrow.
Goodnight.
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