8/24/14 7:24 AM - 8:43 AM ( time written down)
Stats of Rememberance: Moderately Clear
*Death- street- surrounded
*Suiside
*hung
*Ghost
*Too Late
*Saw everything
*crying
*Bringer of Misfortune
*Revenge
~May or may not be part of same dream~
*Creatures
*Magic
*Evil
*Teachings (about stars and night sky, not part of written notes)
*Clues
*Friends
*School Trip?
~I called it Revenge to the Bringer of Misfortune~
I look out the window into the house of a neighbor, all seems normal, but the small, slim thing hang from the ceiling. I say nothing of it until a dark blonde haired woman approaches it with a grim face. I hear sirens and suddendly a huge truck goes speeding down their street. I look back into the window and see a chair lying on the ground. A light-haired lady cop comes fling through the front foor, steadily holding a gun, but she doesn't shoot; she screams. Something is thrown in the dirrection of the lying chair and I think I can almost hear a faint thud.
More cops come in, but with a big, black bag. They come out with it on a gurnie (sorry for spelling, I am the worst). I scream now, and run outside where there are ambulences, fire trucks, cop cars, as well as the normal cars on the street. The sidewalks are sprinkled with people coming out of their homes into the cold, dark night. They start to bring things to the death bed as it moves toward a pick-up truck parked in front of my house (of all things bring the dead body to a pick up truck, right?). I saw the whole thing after all, so I decided that I also wanted to bring something to lay beside the dead woman, now sitting upright in the bed of the truck; although when I look for something to give, I come up with nothing.
I sit on the front porch, crying, my head in my hands. I then look up and stare forward to where my eyes meet that of anothers.
The body of which the person I am staring is blue and misty looking; it's a ghost.
"YOU did this!" she screeches, a voice like that of an evil witch, "You are the Bringer of Misfortune! And you brought me death! YOU WILL PAY!"
I stop crying, like someone had turned off the water in the faucet. I did this? I killed her? My confusion over-rided my grief. I loved my neighbor, always have, every one of them too; I could never! There had been other deaths on my street, this woman made death number 6. Now I was shrouded, surrounded in death.
~Setting Change~
The new setting I am in looks like a forest, full of dark, tall trees. There are others my age, in their younger teen years like 13-14 ish, but we don't seem quite human. I feel like we kind of know one another, but not all that well. I have the idea that the feeling I am getting about not being quite human is because of some strange, possibly super-natural ablilities we posses, like magic.
We are all attending a class in the woods that teaches us about the stars, space, and the night sky. Now we are going on a field trip, but we are not alone. There is a second group, coming after us, so we shelter in our hotel room together. The place reminds me of my bedroom, it seems large but cramped.
Once we are back out we are in another room (no longer in the hotel building), our teacher, a skinny, dark blonde haired woman with dark bags under her eyes, is giving us a lesson about magic. But when I look around, the number of the students from before seemed to have dwindled; some of my friends have gone missing.
A friend of mine, who I feel like I know well, sits very close to me, so close it feels like she could be sitting right on top of me, but she is not. The look on her face shows that she is in deep thought. The closeness of her suddenly seems protective, as if trying to keep me away from something or someone. She leans so that she can whisper something in my ear. It sounds like she said, "I think the teacher is the reason the others are gone."
~Final Setting Change~
Me and my friend are now in a large room, it's looming and resembles somewhat of a warehouse. My friend is dark blonde haired as well as I am and is a few inches taller than me (well I am not very tall, something around 5"2 and pretty scrawny, something about 85 lbs, so imagine her as a bigger me, even though you don't know what I look like, sorry). We stand on the empty side of the warehouse room and gaze at the other side.
There are rows of people with nooses around their necks hanging from the high ceiling. There are what look like large pots right below them as if too catch their bodies if they fall. One pot in the row closest to us already has a pale, limp body in its grasp. Me and my friend can only stand there, I feel like I don't want to move either way.
At that moment I realize how much my teacher resembles my dead neighbor right before her suiside. Is this what my friend was telling me about? Is that woman my neighbor? Was this her revenge?
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It might not sound so bad to you guys, but this dream haunted me for 2 more hours after I wrote it down. I mean Bringer of Misfortune!? I know it's just a dream, but it freaked me out big time. Also, I did have 5 prior deaths on my street, so if my neighbor would have actually died in real life, it would be the 6th. This fact also creeped me out because the the devil's number, ya know, I won't write it but yeah. Man I am getting the shivers just reading it again!
Sweet Dreams!
