March 2, 2015 (5)
I was running through a church that I have never been in before, in the middle of the afternoon. I could tell by the angle and amount of light coming in through the window. I was running away from Jeff the killer and Slenderman. Suddenly, Slenderman grabbed me from behind with one of his tentacles, or appendages, or whatever you want to call them. That's when I realized I had a knife in my hand. I didn't like what I did, but I didn't have any control over my actions. I cut off part of his tentacle. I know that shouldn't be possible, but it was a dream. Give me a break. His blood was black (my friend didn't seem surprised when I told her about my dream. I don't know why, and I learned a while ago never to ask her a question that involves the word "why"). Anyway, I fell to the floor and started running again. If I could control myself, I would have fought back, no matter who I'm up against. I'm just that stupid. Even though I had never been there, I knew my way around surprisingly well. Even in the dream I was surprised at being able to navigate the labyrinth of hallways and rooms. Not that I went in the rooms. There was blood seeping out from under the doors with screams and sedistic laughter assaulting my ears. I eventually tripped on a corpse, and went sprawling. I heard "go to sleep", and felt an indescribable pain in my back, and woke up. I don't go to church anyway, but now I'm terrified just to be around one.
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