Okay, I typically have a dream every other night or so, sometimes more, and it seems that they are are very strange and elaborate. First, I'll start by telling you one of the freakier dreams that I think I've had:
This one was when I was about eleven years old or so...
I'm in a white hallway, hiding underneath a white table. Everything's white... A few yards ahead of me stands a little girl, no more than seven years old. She is dressed in a white easter dress with a matching hat, her hair red and neatly cut at chin- level. She is smiling, and she has a gun pointed straight at me. There's a loud BOOM!, and then... nothing...
Now I'm in a funeral home, sitting at a table eating some grapes with my parents. We have just seen the body, and everyone is mourning. Something feels really odd, though. As though the body in the casket had an even closer relationship to me than just a former friend. Not only that, but I realize that the people I am sitting with are not my parents at all. Startled, I run up to the casket and peer inside once more. What I see scares me.... that's ME in the casket! Freaked out, I run into the bathroom and stare into the mirror in utter disbelief- I'm the little girl!
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Okay, now I also have this recurring dream, one that I've been having for years now, and it keeps getting more and more elaborate.
1. It starts out with my dad and me, talking outside. He's chopping some wood for the fireplace, when all of a sudden, he turns around and attacks me. He pushes me over, then takes the axe and chops my right leg off. He's trying to kill me. Luckily (in the dream, atleast), my dad has serious health problems, and so he can't catch up with me. I crawl into the house and get all of my family out, telling them to call 911. My dad is later sent somewhere else, and I'm just missing my right leg.
2. This time, the story's the same, except my dad also manages to hit me in the stomach, leaving a huge scar.
3. The next year, the story's similar, except now he's attacking me while I'm sleeping.
4. Now, he's already cut off my right leg, and he's already stabbed me in the stomach. This time, he cuts out my voice box as well.
5. In the current and final dream, he hurts me in those three places, but my boyfriend wakes up in the middle of it and kills my father.
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Why do I keep having dreams so crazy?!












