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2017-04-22 00:14:01
The dream started at my house. My brother and I were home alone. Then these black vans surrounded our house. I remember being told to "watch out for black vans." I try to get my brother up, saying we have to hide, but he didn't believe me. As one of them walked up to the house, I slammed the door shut and locked it. Sometimes we leave our front door open for fresh air. After I did that, they left us alone for a while, but they were still watching us, watching our every move. I tried to call my mom, or 911, but I guess the men did something to our service too. So we hid and waited. Then I got the bright idea (why, dream me, why) of trying to run to the neighbors house and ask for help. My brother and I took the back door out, but the men were still encircled around the house. They got a hold of me, my brother escaped. They took me to this abandoned, overpopulated house that was in terrible shape. It was in the middle of downtown San Diego, I'm surprised no one saw it. By overpopulated I mean it was filled with other kids I knew, who were also all abducted. We were allowed to roam freely around the house, we just had two unofficial rules to live by. 1: Don't try to escape. 2: DON'T anger The King. We also had these weird tracker collars. They would send signals to The King, and he'd send his little men in black vans to go and kill us, and the black van men were everywhere in the outside world. Who is The King? He's the head honcho, the big kahuna of that house. No one knows who he is, or his motives. In fact, no one knew why we were taken here. Nothing bad was happening (yet), but we knew something sinister was brewing underneath. We were scared *****less. One day, The King revealed himself. He was a short, squatty man, but had the face of a sour lemon. He had a sword tucked in its sheath in his belt loop. He didn't announce him as The King, we just all kind of figured, since he looked way way older than the rest of us. He would just walk around the house, as if he was on patrol. If he didn't like the way you look, he'd kill you. If you attempted to kill him (many did), he'd make sure you die the most brutal death. He was terrifying. I avoided him at all costs. What I saw from him was unfathomable. A transgender boy was having a mental breakdown and wasn't in the right mind. He confronted The King, pleading on his knees that he'd let him go. The King looked down at the boy. "You want to be a boy right?" The kid looked up, a little taken back by this comment. "What does that have to do with anything!?" The kid responded with, getting more frustrated and angry. "I'll help you pass better as a boy." The King grabbed him by his fluffy, pretty-long-for-a-boy hair, and scalped him with his sword. Like, he cut off his hair, and scalp, so all you could see was his brain. He fell over dead. The King did all of this with such a deadpan face. He turned to the boy's body, spat on it, and muttered, "Tranny pig." Everyone watching, and there was a lot of them, turned away once The King turned to walk away. This man was a monster. I saw a lot of kids I knew there, who were from school, dance, the neighborhood, etc. I saw a girl I knew from school and cheer leading on the verge of death, anothr cheerleading classmate, who was also her best friend, cradling her, crying. The King shot the dying one in the thigh, because she tried to escape, leaving her to die slowly. It was pretty merciful, compared to the other methods of punishment. This broke my heart. The two most popular and joyous girls I knew were at utmost despair. Throughout the dream, I could only think about my parents and my brother. Flash forward to another day, I'm walking around the house, like usual, with the rest of the "herd" of abducted children, and I meet up with that one girl who was cradling and crying over her dying best friend. We talked a little, she's very damaged because of what happened to her best friend. She tells me we need to escape. That her friend's death cannot be in vain. I'm very reluctant, but I'm pretty fast on my feet. I agree. We climb over the wall, and run a couple meters from the house. I look back, and I understand why no one sees the kids, or anything that's occurring in that house. There's some sort of protection field that makes it still look like its abandoned from the outside. The sirens go off. Green lazor lights are everywhere. Those represent the locations of the Black Van Men. We make it as far as the freeway. We try to remove the collars but we can't. Then I wake up.
2017-03-18 10:55:18
Steve and I were having a date night and decided to go to Corydon for drinks. We first decided to stop off at my boss's house Chris in order to use his house for some privacy?? wtf?? it wasn't his real house but anyway we got it and started knocking. all the lights were off and there was no answer. I realized that we had a key and could get in but I could not remember the alarm code. I then logged into netflix while standing on his stef using his account and started a movie. we decided to leave and started walking away. at that point we saw the upstairs bedroom light come on and right after go off. just as we got into the car his girlfriend Kaley ( who used to be my friend) came running out and got into the car with us. she said she didn't hear us knocking but knew we were there because of the login to netflix. we all started driving but decided we should take the bus to Corydon. we got on the bakery of the bus and I had a seat belt on. at some point I decided to no longer sit in the bus but to climb out the back window and ride the bus by hanging onto the window opening and putting my feet in the wheel well?? This seemed normal to everyone until we were about to go over a bridge and I finally realized it may be dangerous and worried about falling off. Steve pointed out I was wearing my seat belt. I looked down and saw that I was. we got off the bus at which point Kaley was no longer with us. we went to a local restaurant that we were familiar with and the server recognized us. I didn't want to eat somewhere we always went so we left and started walking around. in the dream there was a large town square and the restaurants encircled it. (not in real life) in the circle were tons of people milling around. we passed a bride wearing a long white traditional dress that had tiny little burgundy dots all over it. I commented to Steve that I didn't like her dress at all. He then pointed out another bride. she was native and wearing a brown satin 2 pc dress that showed off her midriff and had really flowey arms when she raised them over her head. the bride was smiling widely. her groom was wearing shorts in the same color as her dress with no shirt or anything else on they were standing outside a very high end restaurant and we could see the snotty people inside. I commented that I didn't like her dress either and Steve said it looked like mine. when I looked down I was wearing a similar outfit. we approached the restaurant and Steve wanted to go in. I said I didn't want to. they were displaying samples of the food on plates and I said it didn't look good but the truth was I was intimidated by the people inside.
2017-02-03 06:29:14


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