Dreams painting

I went to the glass painting shop. I met three glass painting artists who were painting glasses. They told me I can go at night and paint something on a glass. If it is good, they will sell it, if not I can buy it.

Painting a room

A woman, who was my neighbourhood friend as a child, told me that she had to paint a portrait of me as I looked now and that she was going to get painting lessons, but the portrait had first to be finished.

It’s in the middle of the mass and my mom tells me that she and my sister needed to go home to help paint the garage. Very shortly after, I get a call from my mom on my firefly cellphone that she and my sister were tied up to a pole by ninjas in black suits. I freak out and leave church and run straight home. I thought that it was weird that no one was home because my dad was painting. Being my young self, I got scared and do the only thing in the world that would make me feel calm again; play the Wii. I strapped on my Wii remote and started to play Wii bowling like I always did. I was almost done with my game when I heard a big knocking noise come from upstairs. It stopped eventually so I went back to bowling. Again, the knocking starts but this time it’s louder. I now turn off the T.V. and go to the steps. I walk a little bit up the staircase but then suddenly stop. I see my mom’s red high-heel shoes at the top of the stairs. They begin to walk like there is someone in them. I scream and run down the stairs and slam the door shut. The door opens so now I know there is some kind of ghost chasing me! I sprint out the house as fast as I could but still can’t get away from the shoes. I fall at the end of my driveway, sobbing. The red high-heels stand before me and the ghost is now hold items in multiple hands: a spray paint can, a brush, a baseball hat and a banana. I quickly try to call for help on my firefly phone but then the ghost suddenly kicked the phone out of my hand and crushed it with the heel. Next thing I know, all the items in it’s hand were thrown at my face. This is when I wake up.

I woke up in Ross's apartment with a half-empty bag of chips in one hand, and I could hear Ross's xbox still going, but Ross was passed out with the controller still in his hand. I got up and started to stretch, when I heard something. Fast footsteps, but with slower, heavier footsteps behind them. The faster ones started to get even faster, until they were full out sprinting, but the heavier footsteps remained the same. Ross's apartement is in deep Osborne village, so it's normal to have people being loud at weird hours, but this time it was different. It sounds like the stupidest thing I've ever said, but you know how you learn your parent's footsteps before they come to your room? Or when someone enters your house and you know exactly who it is? The footsteps sounded like them. I hadn't heard them in so long. I carefully got up, making sure that Ross didn't wake up. I ran up the stairs, noticing that it was still dark outside, and got blinked a few times so that I could see. I found that the place was different at night – it looked more vintage. I tripped across the carpet, and a red light flashed in the reflection of a painting. I felt my heart skip a beat, and I looked closer to the red light in the reflection. I supposed that it was the reflection of the fire alarm, but then. Well, I heard a crash behind me, and when I turned around I felt myself being pushed to the ground, and a broken down pick-up truck, and I got pinned beteen the wall and the car. A girl walked out of the car, the same one, from the painting before. She walked up to me, trying to get out from between the car. She looked at me, in the eyes, I think, it was pretty dark, and then she lifted my chin. She mouthed the words, “I'm so sorry I had to do this” but I heard the words “16:00 408 HARBISON NEW.” And the 9 year old girl stroked my hair until I passed out.