Justin's Journal~

Weird Dream... Morning of Jan. 6th

Hey there friend, no time for how my day went yesterday (it was pretty boring anyways), but what really matters right now is the dream I had about 20 minutes ago. It's really confused me, here it is.

"What just happened here? Did I just dream about myself in an alternate reality to my own? I don't know where I was but when I woke up I went from my room into the kitchen to turn on the TV. My mother was also awake and I told her I was awake because I couldn't sleep, and that the past two nights one night I had an hour of sleep and functioned just fine and the other I had 3 hours and it made me even more tired. She then told me to wake up Sis and make it a "party" with all 3 of us watching TV in the kitchen. I walk in there and see Wizards of Waverly Place on but it's an episode that never aired (like it was completely brand new which it was), but that's beside the point. Whenever I go back to my room however I open the door and am so weirded out by what I see. It was my room, but, it wasn't mine. The first time I saw it it was just like my room at home, but now it was a bit larger, with my same closet next to me but the room itself was a small field. It was all grass, with only a singular desk in the corner with a mirror on it. I try to walk over there and make sense of the whole situation but before I can I see it all changing right in front of my eyes. The grass turned to hardwood and all new furniture appeared. We were in a completely different building, but still our own (which might I add, from what I saw looked like a large apartment. Nothing like the home I know and love) I peeked around the corner from my open room door and see my sister come down the wooden slope floor and into my room. I ask her where I am and how did we get here. I can't remember what she said now, but she just went on explaining something. And as I look around I start to freak out, I ask her how did we get here and who's stuff this all is. Because all the stuff around me was so different from what I'm used to, it didn't feel like me at all. That didn't feel like my life. "These aren't my clothes! These aren't my toys!" I yell at her. "Yes they are" she replies "I bought all of those for you". And for some reason, I keep telling her I need to "get ready to go to school", I remember know! Before I went back into my room, me, mom and Sis were just getting ready for our days as usual. I remember it was 7:15 and I didn't want to be late." 

Weird right? Do you know what it means? Because I sure don't. And now I'm wide awake =.= oh well, I'll try to get back to sleep.

Night (er...Morning) old friend,

Justin