My Dream Journal

4-11-15 Dream

Here it is. I woke up, and I was like, "that was a weird dream!" And then I was like, "dream journal!"
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I had a couple dreams, but here's one if them.

There was this baby.

I don't remember what it looked like, but I know it was cute.

It was at my doorstep. I looked around, and saw a dark figure across the street staring at the baby.

Being the nice person I am, I wanted to protect the baby. So I took it inside.

I made it a bottle, and put it to bed in my room.

Of coarse, I couldn't keep this baby. I was only 18 in this dream. (In real life I'm 12. In the dream I guess I had my own house.)

So in the morning I was going to take it to a foster care or something.

I went to bed myself, and surprisingly didn't hear the baby crying for a while.

I didn't know how long it has been-since it was a dream-but I do know that it was a long time, because by the time the baby starting crying, the sun was rising in my dream.

So I get up, tired as can be, and walk to the baby. But when I get there, I see this shadow figure again, watching over the baby.

The shadows back was facing me so it didn't see me yet.

I could see through the shadow, and I saw it picking up the baby. I was about to scream and run to get the baby, until I say what it was doing.

It was rocking the baby.

I was curious about the shadow, and slowly walked towards it.

When it heard me coming, it turned to face me-still holding the baby-and screeched.

I was kind of scared, but knew that this thing was just scared.

I put my hands up, and stroke the babies hair. The shadow stops, and I think it smiled.

That's all I remember from that dream, but I know it ended good.
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Here's my second dream, it's short though.

Alright, you guys are you going to laugh, but my second dream was about Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. The 2012 version of them.

In the dream I was their sister, but a human. (I was also 12 in this dream.)

We were on patrol, and shredder attacked us. So we fought him.

It was going great until the turtles got caught in a net.

I still fought shredder though, not giving up.

But Shredder threw a blade at me, and it sliced my leg badly.

I couldn't walk straight so I ended up falling off a building. I dropped really hard into a pile of trash, which was a good thing and a bad thing.

The good part was that if I didn't drop onto the trash, I would've died. So the trash saved my life.

The bad part was that the trash wasn't soft enough to stop me from becoming unconscious.

So, as I was unconscious, my dream was pitch black. It was pitch black for a while.

When the black died away, I saw all four turtles standing over me, relieved looks on their faces.

Then I woke up.
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So, that was my dream. Weird right?