Dream Journal

Sorrow

Log Date: lost, back in 2019

Topic: Sally Face

Notes: This particular dream doesn't sound as sad when read. However, it hurts me much harder when it first occurred. It's not as painful anymore.

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The dream starts in my old house. No no, my mistake. The dream starts in my CURRENT home of today. Living with me there, was Sal, Larry, Ash, Todd, and Travis. We all got along like siblings, or even best friends. That was, until something arrived at the door. Sal questioned what was at the door, so Todd and I went to go find out. We opened the door, and all there was... was a single note. I picked it up and read over it. It stated only one thing:

Perish

All in dripping neon green ink. The thought had frightened me, but not as much as it did. Not of course when all of a sudden, an alarm blared throughout the house, red flashing lights surrounding us. Todd and I ran back to the others, who were all freaking out.

"What's going on?!" Larry shouted while clutching his head.

"We have to get out of here, now! Take anything you need with you!" I exclaimed as I heard Travis call for me the back room. I ran over to the spot as my eyes widened in fear. Behind all of the massive pipes in the back room. There... was a timer. To a BOMB. Travis clutched his teeth as he paced back and forth.

"What the fuck? What the fuck? WHAT THE FUCK?! Vi! Tell me what the hell just happened!"

I shook my head rapidly and looked at the timer.

"There was a note at the door! Someone is trying to kill us, and I don't know who! Listen! We need to get and go! There is only 30 minutes remaining. Grab your stuff and go, Trav."

The lights and alarm went off, but the timer made an audible ticking sound. Jesus Christ...

I made it back to the other room, and saw the main four, moving furniture outside.

(I advise not to question it, please. Dream logic)

"Alright! We have to get everything out of the house. Couchs, beds, TVs, all of that. Come on, we're wasting time!" Todd exclaimed and clapped his hands loudly.

"Todd, what the hell is going on? There is a literal bomb in the next room. Are you out of your fucking mind?!" I yelled at him.

"Oh relax! We obviously need these things, so I advise you to hush. That, THING, isn't going to blow up right now"

"We have about less than 25 minutes, so no. We don't! Put down the crappy furniture and get the food and essentials! The actual good things!