if ur sensitive 2 blood/death dont read this dream . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . i had a dream that i could transfer to other realities nd it was basically an AU power where i got in2 a different place nd it was great like the first dream i was a painter nd that was it the second dream, i was a P.I and i had a friend w/ me who was learning nd we were walking in the room it looked exactly like my parents bedroom and there was blood on the walls everywhere and it smelled awful heavy of urine and, well, blood and i go, wheres all this blood from? and the smell? and my coworker ppl gesture to the closet and there was a dead body bloody as all heckie doo covered in excrements and urine i didnt even flinch nd neither did my trainee person while everyone was watching our reactions nd after a moment my trainee nd i said at the same time, too much internet, i guess? nd the next one i was transferred 2 a world where i was nameless and i was a young boy but my hair was black still black and kinda long and i was homeless but this old lady loved me to pieces her name was something-that-starts-with-the-letters-G-O-R Preschille and she was so so so sweet and she used to work in the circus when she was my age so she gave me her old circus clothes i was still homeless at the time but she gave me snacks in little baggies from time to time but she had an other elderly neighbour that loathed me and every time he caught me getting food from her he would come running out with his gun screaming we will not have this circus child in our neighbourhood! and thatd keep going for awhile until preschille started letting me in her house when the elderly man would come around with his gun Preschille, get this child out of here or I will kill it and shed block the door, and we didnt see him again for several months she started to let me sleep in her house, eat meals with her, take care of me and id help her around the house, cleaning, helping her out of bed, helping her cook, reminding her to take her meds and one day she an i were napping and i woke up hearing the lights flickering on and off click. click click click. click. click click. like lamps with those lil knobs. and i woke up instantly, really uneasy. i was frantically patting at preschilles hips silently screaming wake up, wake up, the flicking had no rhythm and it was getting louder the boarding in the house was creaking slowly prescille woke up, looking in the direction of the noises our bed was in a corner, and it sat in just a way where we couldnt see down the hall but the neighbour came up and she moved over me protectively i was hiding the most of my face as i could, while still watching him my straight-cut bangs were brushing against the blanket and he started loading his gun and smiling almost sadly but you could tell he was also eager i told you to get the circus child out of here and before he pulled the trigger preschille moved it so that he shot himself she took him into her arms with all the strength in her body, and put the gun under his chin and she pulled the trigger but the bullet went through his skull and into her neck and he flung off of her with a loud crack, dead and she crumpled against the wall her pale pink nightgown was already completely covered with blood in the front and i woke up when she died why cant i have pleasant dreams
Posted on: Thu, 17 Jul 2014 13:35:13 +0000
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