I go down the concrete stairs to the cellar of my dad's house, though it's in my back yard. Inside on a table along the back wall I see a friend of mine strapped to a table. I rush over to her, and behind me a ghost of a woman in a slim black dress appears. She floats in the air, with a blue-grey horrifying face. I grab a red handled screwdriver with an octagon tip that is laying next to my friend and lunge at the evil woman. I feel the screwdriver enter her body, and blood sprays everywhere. Yellow light illuminates the spray on the wall, the light coming from a skinny window near the ceiling on the right wall. The evil ghost laughs manically, my stabbing her having no effect on her at all. I slam her onto the table next to my friend. "You won't kill me," she says and laughs even harder. I stab her in the groin, then in the ear, and still she only laughs. Nothing fazes her. She laughs harder and harder, and in confident splendor says, "You can't kill me without taking out my brain." I stab her in the face multiple times, even up her nose, but still nothing happens. The ghost takes out her own screwdriver and pushes it up her nose all the way, showing me that I will never reach her brain. When she pulls it out, it's covered in thick, bloody slime. "You can't reach it," she says. I loose my temper and my patience, perhaps even my sanity, as I stab her over and over on the top of the head. It rips her skin, scrapes on her skull. She suddenly screams in agony, and I take the opportunity to stab her directly between the eyebrows. There's a heart-stopping crack and a sicking squish as the screwdriver goes in that makes my stomach churn. The blood thickly covers the woman, oozing from her head. I can barely make out her face anymore, as it is so thickly smothered. It's all over my hands, my clothes, the table, and spray even got on my phone that has "Prepaid on Days Used?" on the screen. My friend too is lathered in the dark red blood. I untie her shakily, and we rush out of the basement.
Now I am in a car with my mom, driving down the main street in our town. We pass Darel and Adam whom are stopped at a stop sign perpendicular to the road we drive down. I see them, but they do not see me. Then, I see Joey working at a ticket booth. Two girls were approaching him. My mom keeps driving, but the car starts swerving all across the road uncontrollably. We were headed toward where Rick works, but someone in the back seat distracted me and I missed the building entirely, thus not getting to see him.
Then I am going into a school with my mom. All the kids stared at me like I am the most attractive and cool person they'd ever seen. I asked if we were in a middle school, or if this is a high school. She reminded me that we are looking for a Christian school for my little cousins Johnathan and Shelby, though this is indeed a high school. Something catches my eye. On the railing of the stairs, right at the bottom, I see a piece of paper with purple ink balanced on the edge of the post. It has a message to me saying I am in danger. I see the boy who left it, a cute but regular senior blonde. He is staring at me. I go into the art room nearby, and talk to the teacher. He tells me not to touch this grotesque black blob on the table, so of coarse I do. It fells gummy, and in return I get black greasy oil stuck to my hands, the type that doesn't just come off with soap, the type you can't wash off ever. While the boy talked to the teacher, and the kids around sitting at their tables watched me, I turn the black funky mess into a colorful art ball by stretching it and attaching lace and other fabrics to it's surface. By working with it like Sculpey, I get all of the black off my hands successfully. The class cheers and the teacher wrinkles his nose snottily. We leave the classroom, and I find another paper on the stairwell's railing, in the same exact spot. I read it. It says, I am going to die. I drop the paper in horror. Mom is gone. The boy tries to talk to me, but I take off running. My Maximum Ride-like powers and wings allow me to fly at super speed to the very top floor of the school without giving out from exhaustion. I am trying to get away, get out of the building. I find some blue metal stairs that lead to a secret room. I go inside this room, and turn the corner. I find a kitchen, and a bed. Some hot soup was on the table next to the bed. I loose my breath when I see a man is there, laying down. My heart just stops. He was bold and old, covered in age spots. He shows me his wicked, grey teeth, five of which are deadly sharpened. I sink onto a bed across the room, realizing I didn't get away at all. I fell right into the trap. He tells me he wants my life, so he can go on living. My years would add onto his, letting him live forever that way. I am so scared, I can barely stay conscious. I become light headed, and everything fades in and out of being blurry, as though I am trying to pass out. [End]
Relative to Real Life~
Night of May 15th, 2012
Real-life characters: Darel, Adam, Mom, Joey, Rick, "Johnathan", "Shelby".
Dream-created characters: Ghost woman, friend in basement, boy, art teacher, students, evil man-thing in secret room.
Real-life places: Cellar, back yard, main road.
Dream-created places: School.
Different than real life: I haven't seen any of the guys in this dream in at least a year, Johnathan and Shelby aren't old enough for high school not by a long shot.
Reasons:
Red Octagon screwdriver = My aunt has one of those, and I see it almost every night when I go over there.
Precognitive: No experiences.
Reoccurring: No.
