I was at a sleepover at someone's house but I wasn't me, I was a nameless faceless filler character. Me, Spencer, and another girl went over and had dinner with the family of the girl who invited us. Her dad talked to us about religion and how they had sacred symbols in the house and showed us all kinds of protection charms in the house like a big evil eye over their door. Then he saw something between the couch cushions and pulled it out and it was like an evil eye but orange with a clawed hand reaching up toward it. He freaked out and ran outside and threw it as far as he could. He came back and told us that the symbol was evil and it meant his house or family was cursed. Because of the curse he said we all had to go to bed immediately. Spencer went to sleep upstairs while me and the two girls slept on the floor in their living room by the front door. In the middle of the night I woke up to the first girl shaking me and pointing at the corner beside the couch where our host's daughter was asleep. The orange thing was back and in a heap on the ground. She took it back outside to the parking lot and then laid back down next to me. I sat up in the dark and dipped my hands in a tub of thick fake blood and smeared it down my fingers and arms tracing the bones. Everything was dark and silent and I was just sitting there smiling and covering myself in blood until I heard something so I followed the sound upstairs and saw Spencer standing in the bathroom staring in the mirror and smearing his face with blood. This scared me so I went back downstairs and as I got there I saw the host's daughter closing the front door as she went outside and she came back soon after so I was laying there pretending to be asleep and she came inside and dangled the evil charm in my face and whispered "this is not halal" and then I woke up. The whole dream there was one song playing and it was "Build Your Own Disaster" by Ice Nine Kills except the chorus was replaced with the chorus of "In Throws of a Moral Quandary".
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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
