A nice little dream about death...

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

I was moving into a new house. It was nice to know that the house was kind of like a maze and it was GIANT, but we were sharing the house with a bunch of other people for some reason.
After two days in my house I was getting out of the shower when someone shot at me. There was a bullet stuck in my wall. I looked a the note that was next to the bullet hole in the wall. Some person who hated me had told me they hated me so much, so they were going to kill all the people in my giant house until I gave them what they wanted.
(I think they wanted me to give myself up or something that involved killing me)
Days passed and soon my whole house was covered in bullet holes. Everyone came to me and asked what was going on and I told them that someone just wanted to kill me. I didn't tell them that they were going to kill the other people in my house until they killed me. Though no one had died yet.
A few days later I was thinking about how no one died and then I though of my dad, who was in the army and how he died a few months ago and then I started crying and then my mom came in and asked my why I was crying and I told her it was because my dad died and then she was like: "Your dad never died he's in the living room." And I was so convinced that he was dead.

Then I woke up and I still thought my dad was dead. :-/

P.S Somewhere in this dream I remember something about a diving board. I don't know where so I didn't put it in. Enjoy.