Dreams

I had a dream last night.

Some would classify it as a nightmare, but confronting my fears isn't such a bad thing. For the past three nights I've been having interesting dreams. Along with interesting dreams, I seem to have this curse. I'm not a huge believer of the paranormal or anything like that, but for a few years now I've had the habit of like looking at the clock exactly at 11:34 or 3:00 at night. For those of you who are confused, 11:34 turned upside down spells hell and 3 is like demon hour of some shit. It happens all the time. I tend not thing think about it until after it happens but it happens everyday. I think all that stuff is BULLSHIT why is it happening to me?!

Anyways here are my dreams:

The first night, which would be three days ago, would be one that would frighten most, mainly because I don't know if it was a dream or not. It felt as if a spiritual entity was messing with me... while I slept. I don't know much about these things but it was pretty scary. It's strange because I didn't think paranormal activity was a good movie, nor have I talked much about it or even thought about until after that night.

Night number two, which would be two days ago, is a little sketchy now. I don't remember all the details, but I certainly did when I woke up. Apparently everyone was being possessed by something and they were turning bloody evil. Basically me and a few others... it ended up me being the last one... had to keep these people in check so they didn't go off going crazy. I remember their faces in great detail. Surprisingly enough I couldn't relate them to anyone that I currently know. I also remembered how their faces would change once they were taken control of, the dark grin and their eyes would turn all black.

 

The third dream, which would be last nights dream was more strange than scary consisted of two dreams. Mainly because I tossed a little while I slept and you only visually know you're having a dream when you wake up. Technically people can have thousands of dreams while they sleep. The only one you remember is the one before you woke up. Anywho, both of these consisted of water. Dark water.

The first one seemed like we were at a Fishery or Fish hatchery, which is a place where humans put fish to breed. Apparently there was an amazing penny in the first hatchery section... and I just had to have it. The water was clear and I could clearly see nothing else was in there. I was apparently in school at the time, since I had a teacher and bunch of classmates. So I stripped off my clothes and jumped in, no big deal. But then I realized it was super deep. at least 50 feet. But I had to have this penny so I swam and swam deeper and deeper and I finally got the penny. I looked up to find that there was no way I could get back with how long I could hold my breathe. a few strokes back up and I lost my breathe, but then learn that I could breathe underwater! So I enjoyed myself for a few moments then swam back up to my class.

Everyone was astonished at what I had done... but then there was this other deep pool type hatchery thing. Which had two creatures in it one of which was this HUGE ASS FISH and it had teeth, but it was held in place by some kind of brace. The other creature was like the lochness monster, but he was at the bottum and his flipper was stuck OH NO! so I had to dive into the dark deep watch to find him and free him, pretty badass right? Well no. I wasn't diving into pitch black water with that man eating fish and all that. Then somehow we managed to release the water and save nessy after a long argument on how to free her/him (idk)

The second dream also had something to do with water, but a local one that I know of. Apparently in this dream a man bought all the lowlying river plains in our area. He was a scientist who owned a big house by the river. He soon went missing and was presumed dead. or they found his body, hell if I knew. Anyways me and a couple of buddies went down to the river to swim. Well long story short this scientist created a monster half alligator half shark half human or some shit. All my friends were eaten and I was seriously injured. I managed to escape the river, barely, and decided to walk home. When I got to the road I stepped in a small patch of fog, that sent me flying away. I asked a bystander if he saw what had happened and he was like Oh yea! that happens all the time. So I went back to this fog and would jump around in it and it would launch me all over the place. Then I played in the fog until I woke up.

I thought dreams were suppose to have meaning or something, at least that's what some Native American tribes thought.