Dreams angel

I was dress shopping with friends for a dance. The dress I found was a beautiful purple color. Upon arriving at the ballroom, I noticed Josh looking at me strangely, as if in awe. Justin was beside him, also looking at me in a similar manner.

I was an angel, but I looked like a demon because I had to fight a lot of fire. I could also just look like myself. A little girl told me that she wanted to look like me, so I showed her my angel appearance. Then, I ran all the way around the world, jumping across mountains and swimming oceans.

I was called by somebody to take a test one day. I had to go the place they asked me, I met the tutors but before starting the test along with the other candidates I had to pee. I went to the bathroom, which strangely enough was also the kitchen, and when I was done I saw my dead uncle. He was very friendly and told me to take it easy and he gave me a glass of wine to relax. I went out the room to get to the testing area; I was in a huge gigantic mansion, beautiful, with an immense garden around it. While I was going downstairs, I saw my cousin talking and also my dead grandfather. I arrived at the testing area, very late, and everybody was doing the test which was nothing but...playing volleyball. Everybody was very nervous and angry and I was the only one telling them to relax and take it easy. After this part was over, we had to sit all on one place and there I met an old friend from high school, who I hadn't seen in years. Her tone was so reassuring and it calmed me a lot. We started talking and I told her I was very excited because I would have left soon for another place. The second after I was on plane, travelling. Next to me, there was the grandfather from the Simpson series who was reading a love poem aloud. And then I woke up.

I am in the point of view of a boy from my school named Kurt. We are in a creepy commercial about injuries in the 1970's. The shooting of the commercial is during a strange time. It was made to run away from the current world that we barely survive or are afraid of. I am the father of in the stereotypical happy family shown in commercials. The commercial is also secretly an FBI investigation. I then show up at my neighbor's boor who is a murderer with my little daughter and son planning to kill the housewife because I slept with her and she acts like an evil step-mom. The kids want to stab her in the face. We magically knock the door from behind their tree in the lawn. A mangled body is thrown out the door that is not the wife even though we thought it was at first. All laughter stops, and my children begin to scream very hard. There is suddenly a complete eerie silence. A loud scary noise is heard as the house bends which strangely forms an occult sign. The murderer rises out of the occult roof shape by floating. He can control our bodies and wants to mutilate more people. He wants to send my daughter to find more people to kill. She is screaming at the top of her lungs as he touches her face. Objects begin to move around, and blood is slowly pouring on the sidewalk.

The moon with angels