My dreams suck

My first nightmare last night started with me sitting at a table. On the table were rectangular boxes with no lids and they held human remains in them. Then I was a young boy, and I was on a missionary sort of thing, and I was a student. The other boys started disappearing, and I was trying to find out when the teacher asked me to come see him at night. He had me sit on the other end of a table, then he started breathing deeply, and I look over, and there’s something burning behind a curtain, it was some sort of drug that he had an immunity to, but would affect me. He assumed that I was being affected by the drug, and came over to my side of the table with two bricks to crush my skull with. I managed to escape and I found a metal lantern. The man was still looking for me, and I hid around the corner, when he came around the corner I swung the lantern and shattered his jaw, then used it to crush his skull. The next day a priest came, he was supposed to be doing the guy’s evaluation and appologised to us that they didn’t found out how sick this man was earlier. I woke up then.

Next dream. I was at work and I got called up to cash to do a price check, as I go by the front door and someone grabbed me from behind and had a knife to my throat. He demanded all the cash, in all the tills, and that I was to hold everything. Then he decided I was going to come with him to make a clean escape. I woke myself up then.

 My dreams suck.

~ by aaryanna on May 10, 2007.