Sage and I were at an interactive children's museum and we were the only people there and all the lighting was blue and purple. At first we were having fun doing all the exhibits but then it started to feel unsettling. We walked into this big room with a couch on the far wall that was really more of a bench than a couch since it went along the entire wall. And off to the left was the only other thing in the room: it looked like half a clam shell propped up on a stand, except really big and all blue and purple. It was like a weird seat big enough to fit five or six people sitting down. We agreed that the room was creepy so we ran to the clam chair to touch the floor as little as possible and never be underneath it. So we sat there in complete silence for a while and then a music box started playing "Masquerade" from Phantom of the Opera and it was echoing through the empty museum all creepy and ominous.
Then suddenly an arm reached up over the side of the chair. It grabbed the chair like it was trying to pull itself up, and Sage and I both started screaming. Then another arm came up, and a head and a torso, and it was like the person was really fighting to climb up from under the chair. And then it looked right at me with this icky cracking sound because the neck moved so fast, and it was Daisy, but she was dead. She looked like she had been left in the forest. Her skin was all blue and grey and she had moss and leaves all over her and her irises were gone, just completely white eyes, and her mouth was stuck open like she was screaming.
Sage and I were both screeching at that point and I started stomping on Daisy's arms to get her to let go and she was grabbing at my ankles and snarling like a feral animal and trying to bite me. Eventually I managed to get her to let go, and she fell back underneath the clam chair. So Sage and I leaned over the edge and there was nothing else there and Daisy was gone. We sat down, relieved to be okay, and then the music box started playing again. And we were nervous again, but all of a sudden a bell rang. Like the stereotypical metal clock or school bell with the hammer that hits two metal domes to make this awful shrill ringing. We stood up in the chair and looked around the room trying to see where it was coming from. Then Sage tapped my shoulder and pointed in front of us and there was a clock. Like the red clock emoji, just sitting there right in front of us on the floor. It had a little stick figure body with the clock for a head, and it kept ringing at us at random intervals. I don't know how but we all collectively understood that the ringing was some sort of attack or challenge. And for whatever reason Sage and I were both like, "Nice try, that's not the sound of our school bell." Our school doesn't even have a bell. So Sage told me to stay and continue this standoff with the clock.
Then Sage jumps off and runs to the couch and grabs a really big pillow thinking they can suffocate the clock and it'll die. Then as Sage put the pillow over the clock, the ringing started again and a golden landline phone went flying through the air at the back of Sage's head and it was trying to hurt them and get them to let go of the clock. So I jumped off the chair and leapt at Sage and tried to get the phone. It was pulling Sage's hair so I had to figure out a way to do it without hurting them. Suddenly the clock exploded and we were both thrown backwards across the room, and I landed with my head underneath the clam chair.
I looked up and saw that the bottom of it was like a portal, light blue and swirling very slowly, calm and quiet. Then the music box started playing again and the portal turned dark blue and started moving faster and a bunch of hands reached out from inside and one of them grabbed my face and started bashing my head into the ground, and Sage couldn't help because they were still fighting the phone that was trying to kill them. It had its cord around Sage's neck but neither of us could help each other and then I woke up before we died.
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dream journal
Randomas soon as i wake up, i write down everything i remember from my dream. it often makes no sense, and is always full of typos, but i have edited them to remove names of real people and make it comprehensible