Understand My Dreams

Dreams classmate

It was the day before and I was getting ready for a dance recital. I was super excited and I was getting makeup and bringing pretty clothes and everything. The next morning, my mom took me to a cafe to get me cozy before the recital. We were in a big hurry then because we were going to be late and then when I got there, I was tardy but the dance hadn't started yet. I still had time so I was relieved. Then a fellow dancer of mine was welcoming me, and some of the girls were applying makeup in front of the mirror. I thought I should follow lead, but then I realized I had forgotten something major and had to go back. So I went back and I was in this secluded place with mountains near. It was like something from an ancient folktale with mountain tribes. Then, as I was about to go into a little private shop, a few people caught my eyes. They were, like, wearing gangster clothing and they had big beards and kind of looked like hippies. Except they weren't, because I knew they were gangsters. And as they began to stomp, slowly and rhythmically, through the surroundings, I felt a sense of impending doom, and I was waiting tensely. As I waited, they finally attacked and began to shoot people down. It passed quickly, and I didn't remember much of it. When the attack had finally passed, I felt like I had just woken up from a long dream. I knew I had been subject to a shooting, but it felt really surreal. And since so many people were dead, and there was a loudspeaker talking about how people had died in this recent shooting, I was confused. Did I survive? Or was I dead and just a ghost of my former self, pretending to be alive? Anyways, I was really incredulous because I had just survived this shooting and the news had just been here and they didn't even care about what had happened to me. Then I could go back to my school, but now I had missed the recital and my teacher would be angry at me. So I went back to school for a short while and didn't let anyone see me, and I saw all the other dancers and people congratulating them and I felt disappointed I hadn't attended. But I didn't tell my mom anything and we drove to the psychiatrist because we had an appointment that day. However, I didn't want to tell the psychiatrist what happened. I just hung around the hospital lobby for awhile and the doctor at the front was staring at me. I went to the psychiatrist's office for awhile, and we talked, and then I left. Then my classmates began filing into the same hospital I was in. An alarm went off and everyone was told to remain calm and go with their heads down and their arms covering their heads. The scenery kind of morphed into a school and I felt like we were waiting to be dismissed. So anyways, suddenly all my teachers and the students of my school were there. I was bending down with a bunch of boys near me. I think they were joking around. I saw my history teacher speaking to everyone and once, I caught the head of my psychiatrist. People were telling the kids to remain calm.

I was walking and then running and then crawling while a black men kept jumping over me. IT was hurdle style no harm involved, but then I stood yet again halting their jumps and keeping them on the ground. Next out of the corner of my eye I see one of my teachers and bunch of asians wearing ninja outfits and I knew what was about to come. A showdown between skilled fighters and a psycho me who was willing to kill all of them out of self defense and for fun. THe battle was Epic and lasted half an hour. By the end there was more blood than there is water rushing through the Nile River. I stood red head to toe victorious. My teacher looked up at me and asked for help and before she could finish I smashed her face in and killed her. After the win I began to walk and walk and walk and I ended up at my school. Then a herd of red rhinoceros stampeded the school to the ground and I escaped bringing many of my more attractive female classmates and acquaintances with me. In debt to me for saving their lives and them being wet about me being a hero we had a great great orgy. Then i came and woke up.

I was hiding in a closet, I ran to it, to protect myself and my dog. I could hear the killer in the house. He found me, and I thought he would kill me right away so I did everything I could with words to tell him I would help him. I would help him do whatever he wanted to do. He then told me to follow him, and I did. He walks to the washroom of this house, and in the dream it feels as though this house is as familiar to me as my own. We walk there and I see a screwdriver on a counter. Before he realizes that I've found a weapon, I grab it, and stab it into his beefy back several times. He keeps staying alive for the first few stabs so I get to his neck and I could feel the bone through the screwdriver. He stops moving. He is dead. The other woman who almost got killed is saved because of this act. I walk to the bathroom and I am wearing a ballerina dress. My back is exposed. My back looks raw and bloody. I never knew I had this injury to my back because I felt no pain. There was a little girl also in a tutu, in the bathroom with me. A private bathroom with a mirror. I kept being ignored by a former classmate.

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