Alright, so we all know what a nightmare is right? A dream gone bad. The question is why do they go bad. Most believe its due to having a bad day. I can prove that wrong. Over The last 3 nights I have had horrific nightmares. Yet, during the day I am about as happy as can be. So why are they occurring? I'm going to explain the nightmares, though they do not completely make sense they still aren't pleasant. Okay, nightmare number one: I walk out of Price Chopper with my mother and father, they look at me disappointingly and I don't know why. Then they blame me for my little brothers disappearance. Of which I have no part in. As we start walking, my mother starts yelling at me, screaming, then she suddenly got violent, so of course i ran down the street to get away but I did not pay attention to the lights and a transport truck was coming through as I ran out into the street, luckily my friend Caitlyn grabbed me from behind pulling me back before it hit me. After the lights said i could walk she pushed me telling me to go, so i ran for my life to my boyfriends house which was down the street in my dream oddly, then I explained my situation to him and he told his parents he was going to see his sick friend in the hospital for a few months down in the U.S. so he drove us down their, with him being 18 and us having our passports they did not seem to care. Then after the months pass he had to leave back to Canada, I begged him not to, but he still left me, no food and no shelter. I was wandering the streets of New York helplessly when I ran into a familiar face, my best friend Kiki, I was so happy to see her, but she did not share the delightful feeling. Kiki had a knife in her hand and stabbed my heart 3 times till I hit the ground, dead. Then I guess as some sort of spirit I rose up from my body and looked straight into my lifeless eyes, then I finally woke up crying for hours on end, I truly felt the pain in my heart, as if I was actually gushing blood. Weird, right? Alright then, time for nightmare number two: I walked into the school library and asked the librarian if she could watch my cats, she said yes so I pulled 2 of my 3 cats out of my bag and placed them down, then I remembered it was semester number two, and i freaked because I had lost my schedule. So I went to my last semester home room and she gave me it on condition I stayed in the class for the period, so I did, then I lost my schedule and I knew where my homeroom was so I walked threw the school heading towards it then I found out my ex homeroom teacher stole back my schedule so I ran down the stairs falling into a railing the corner of it going straight threw my neck, this time I felt the pain before I awoke so I figured I was awake so i close my eyes in the dream and I couldn't wake up then once I looked into the eyes of my dead body, my boyfriend holding me tightly, rocking me wishing I was alive, I woke up with a scream and I was crying again. I had really gotten sick of these dreams, and thought they would be the last of them, but then the next night which was last night, I found out they were far from over, I just hope I don't have another tonight. Okay, its nightmare number three: My mother had just dropped me off for my semi formal, I looked the best I ever had in my entire life, my boyfriend came to meet me and we went in to enjoy a great night, when it came to the last dance we looked into each others eyes and stepped close together knowing it would be a slow dance. As the song ended he placed his hand on my stomach and I looked down to see what he was doing when suddenly his hand pressed into me tarring the skin and grabbing my stomach ripping it and my intestines out a I screamed out in pain, wishing for someone to save me, when I looked into his eyes I didn't see the same sweet guy as before I saw a murderer with a smirk, who didn't care about my life, if anything, I think that was what hurt me the most, and once my spirit left my body i refused to look into my eyes trying to wake up but it didn't work so i looked into my eyes, and i saw not only the pain from the kill, but the heart break. When i woke up, I didn't let myself cry, I wouldn't and here I am now writing this entry.
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