Hey everybody.. I have on odd scary terrifying dream a while ago, like last year! Well.. Here it is..:
One day I was hanging out with two of my best friends (their names shall be Cynthia and Adel in this story), Cynthia and Adel. Well, we got kidnapped and taken to this quaint little house in the middle of the suburbs. We were scared and spent maybe three hours in this house before I got an idea. I excused myself to the bathroom, which was made of that fuzzy glass so that you can see the shadow of the people inside, and shut the sliding door behind me. I hung my jacket over the wall so that no one could see and I slipped out of the bathroom window. Once outside I ran to the streets where I saw my mom in a bright red convertible, seeming to be waiting for me. I ran to her and tried to open the door, but it was locked. I screamed at her to get me out of here and call the police, but she just laughed and said that I had to stay there. Then she drove away. Well I calmly slipped back inside the bathroom, put my jacket back on, and re-entered the living room. Once inside I stopped dead in my tracks and stared at a glass case. Inside were my two best friends, both were shot in the head three times with three different bullets, with three different guns. (Basically a different bullet per gun and one shot per gun.) They were put out to display for me to see. I didn't cry, I just turned and stared at the kidnappers. They then lifted their guns and pulled the triggers. Before the bullets could hit me I woke up.
Scary dream, right?
One day I was hanging out with two of my best friends (their names shall be Cynthia and Adel in this story), Cynthia and Adel. Well, we got kidnapped and taken to this quaint little house in the middle of the suburbs. We were scared and spent maybe three hours in this house before I got an idea. I excused myself to the bathroom, which was made of that fuzzy glass so that you can see the shadow of the people inside, and shut the sliding door behind me. I hung my jacket over the wall so that no one could see and I slipped out of the bathroom window. Once outside I ran to the streets where I saw my mom in a bright red convertible, seeming to be waiting for me. I ran to her and tried to open the door, but it was locked. I screamed at her to get me out of here and call the police, but she just laughed and said that I had to stay there. Then she drove away. Well I calmly slipped back inside the bathroom, put my jacket back on, and re-entered the living room. Once inside I stopped dead in my tracks and stared at a glass case. Inside were my two best friends, both were shot in the head three times with three different bullets, with three different guns. (Basically a different bullet per gun and one shot per gun.) They were put out to display for me to see. I didn't cry, I just turned and stared at the kidnappers. They then lifted their guns and pulled the triggers. Before the bullets could hit me I woke up.
Scary dream, right?
