Not like anybody is really going to read this whole story anyway, but here it goes. I rarely have dreams that I can remember. But when I do I can never seem to make sense of them. The other morning I woke up and took a little time to sit and remember the whole thing.
I was at a good friend of mines house, and it was time for me to go hoe so I left. I walked down the street I always walk down, and it suddenly turned into train tracks. I had lost all of my bearings, so I turned to look behind me and there was a film crew following me. I asked the how to get home and they said nothing. They just pointed to a fence. I went and walked the fence for a little while and finally found a hole that I could crawl through.
As soon as I got through I was on the front lawn of my parents house. I walked into the front door and my entire extended family was there to greet me. They all gave me hand drawn cards that read “2 days 6 nights”. All of a sudden everyone disappeared so I went to my room and went to “sleep”. The next thing that I heard was my mom saying that someone broke into the house. I went downstairs and she was standing in the kitchen and there were police officers all over the first floor. They couldn’t figure out what happened or who it was, so thy decided to call in a psychic.
As soon as the woman got there she walked up to one of the walls and she said, “He spent most of his time here.” They all left it quickly went to the next day. One officer came back to the house and started ripping up the carpet. My mom went and helped him. Low and behold, there were footprints all under the carped. The officer said they were there due to the fact that we had just installed the carpet and it had not had time to settle. He then left again.
That night my “boyfriend” (an actual ex boyfriend of mine, who I haven’t seen or spoken to for eight years) came over for dinner. After dinner we went to go for a walk outside and we ran into the rest of his family. And then my family showed up as well. Then we saw that same police officer. He said he found out whose prints were on the ground. Then said they would never be able to find him because he had died the previous year. Then my boyfriend took a cigarette out of his pack and started smoking it. As soon as he lit it, the voice of someone who wasn’t there (kind of like the voice at the end of the saw movies) started talking. He said something about being in the house that year and that eventually something would happen and someone would come to a smokey end.
Then it zoomed in like a movie to the cigarette that was being smoked. And suddenly my boyfriend collapsed to the ground. He was still barely breathing so I put one of his arms over my shoulder and his brother took his other arm. We were walking him to the car to take him to the hospital. As soon as his brother saw his mom crying he dropped the arm, fell to his knees and started crying too. I was able to get him to the car on my own. I put him in the backseat and shut the door.
As soon as the door shut I woke up.
Any thoughts?
