My siblings and I were murdered
Posted: June 7th, 2018, 10:12 am
I don't think this is relevant, but it might be, so I'll mention it, I had this nightmare on the night after my 11th birthday.
So the dream began in the middle of things. There was a serial killer upstairs in the hallway, with a shotgun. All the doors were guarded by people with shotguns, so my brother Dave, my sister Katie, my brother Sam, and of course, me, were all hiding in the living room. Suddenly, Dave was grabbed by the killer, and dragged upstairs. I could hear the scream as he was killed. Now Katie Sam and I were panicking; we hid in the laundry room, for some reason. The killer grabbed Sam, and he was murdered too. Now Katie and I were so scared, we were shuddering, unable to move, when Katie and I were suddenly grabbed, dragged to the hallway, and shot down.
I awoke in tears, unable to tell if that whole ordeal was real or not, it was one of the most realistic dreams ever. Most dreams don't really feel like you're there, more like you're just watching stuff play out, but this one felt like I was there. There were no inconsistencies in the house, everything seemed real. When I woke up, I thought I might be in the afterlife, then I quickly came to my senses and realized my bedroom wouldn't be in the afterlife, and if it were, why would I wake up there? I looked at my iPod to see what time it was, and it was 5:40 on the dot.
So the dream began in the middle of things. There was a serial killer upstairs in the hallway, with a shotgun. All the doors were guarded by people with shotguns, so my brother Dave, my sister Katie, my brother Sam, and of course, me, were all hiding in the living room. Suddenly, Dave was grabbed by the killer, and dragged upstairs. I could hear the scream as he was killed. Now Katie Sam and I were panicking; we hid in the laundry room, for some reason. The killer grabbed Sam, and he was murdered too. Now Katie and I were so scared, we were shuddering, unable to move, when Katie and I were suddenly grabbed, dragged to the hallway, and shot down.
I awoke in tears, unable to tell if that whole ordeal was real or not, it was one of the most realistic dreams ever. Most dreams don't really feel like you're there, more like you're just watching stuff play out, but this one felt like I was there. There were no inconsistencies in the house, everything seemed real. When I woke up, I thought I might be in the afterlife, then I quickly came to my senses and realized my bedroom wouldn't be in the afterlife, and if it were, why would I wake up there? I looked at my iPod to see what time it was, and it was 5:40 on the dot.