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My first dream journal (jan 6th 2014)

WARNING***  This touches on a sensitive subject. Relates to : Blood, Suicide, Depression, Death. Reader's Discretion is advised. No animals were harmed in the dreaming
of this dream




    I had a couple of younger brothers in this dream. One was around fifteen and the other was either fourteen, thirteen or twelve. Alexis was there too but she played 
a very minor role in the dream. We had no parents for reasons unknown, it's a dream so who gives a damn. 
   Anyway we were all super close, like peas in a pod. As the eldest, I took care of them and loved them as a mother, especially the youngest brother. I bonded with 
him the most . For right now  I'll name him Michael and the eldest brother Daniel because I don't remember them... Michael was my pride and joy of a dream brother.
 It's too bad he doesn't exist (I adore Lu but I would love a 
brother too) . He started happy at the beginning of the dream but as it went on he seemed sadder and sadder. 
    At one point, were all in the living room and Michael excused himself. He seemed very sad, more than usual. David Alexis and I were sitting and talking some more
 and Michael didn't show back up for a while. We started questioning where he went so we looked for him. My house isn't too big so Daniel went downstairs and I looked 
around the hallways. Alexis stayed in the living room because there as no point in having her assistance. As I looked in the bedroom I heard sobs and coughs coming from 
the bathroom. 
    I approached it and opened the door and found Michael, in a state I can't get out of my head. He was in the tub, sitting, curled up and shaky, blood covering him from head 
to toe. He'd been cutting. His body was full of scratches and his eyes were of tears. He looked up at me with his cold terrified eyes, his breath was shaking nonstop. I stared at 
him stunned at what happened. I asked him why he did that because it stabbed my heart to see him like that. He replied that he didn't want to live; that he wanted the horrible 
life of his to end. I couldn't understand why because he seemed so happy in that dream life. I was about to put my hand on his shoulder but then I heard Daniel and Alexis run 
towards the washroom. 
    Alexis' head poked in but didn't see anything because I shooed her off. I didn't want her seeing Michael like that. Then Daniel came in. I tried to ask him to leave just in case
he would say something that would trigger Michael to do the unthinkable. He promised he wouldn't and I trusted him because I knew Daniel never broke his promises. We both
tried convincing him to come out, and that we'll make him feel better about his life. He started to look like he finally believed us... He started turning and that's when I saw him
holding a long plastic sheet, like something you'd see in a meat shop. He started to stand as if to climb out and I extended my arms to him. 
    He started out of the tub and knew he was going to climb out :) but suddenly he shifted from happy to sad again, the dream changed ! He brought his foot back into the tub, 
looked around with unsettled eyes. It's as if he forgot about him cutting and waking up to the blood. He looked at me and Daniel in such rage.. He screamed at us, and with the 
plastic sheet tied around his wrist, threw the sheet over the shower rod, from outside to in, and wrapped it around his face and neck. He pulled his hand on which the sheet was 
tied and stuck it in his pocket so it wouldn't come out... He had suffocated and hung himself right in front of us... 
    We quickly pulled him down and I held him in my arms, crying. I tried to find a crease in the plastic so I could get it off while Daniel went and called 911. I finally found a 
crease so I ripped the plastic off of him! But it was too late. As I removed the plastic, Michaels eyes were shut and he opened them slightly saying with his final breath: "Why can't you just let me die?"
 And he shut them. I stared blankly at his body and shook him calling his name; calling him my baby boy. He wouldn't awaken. I just sat there in shock holding my dead bloody brother in my arms... And that's when I woke up.


i can never dream normally :/
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I sit here alone in this cold dirty cell
I feel as if I've been dragged through the flames of hell
How did I get here? If you really want to know
I'll tell you my story, now here it goes                                              4

That night I sat with my friend
In a field peacefully but then
The clouds were gone
There the moon shone
Oh god it's happening again!                                                              9

There my friend could only stare
As I grew in height and my teeth were bared
My bones would bend, I screamed in pain
As my friend stood there, screaming my name                              13

I couldn't hear her through the howls
Her voice faded, she's incomprehensible now
Her words were gibberish and I glared back
My hunger strikes, I prepared to attack                                           17

She fled the scene in fear of me
I chased after her, for I need to feed
I pounced on her, a rock split her head
And all of a sudden, it went all red                                                    21

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH

I woke up! It was all a dream
But I could still, in my head, hear that scream
I covered my mouth as I started to yawn
When it got blocked by a bloody cloth                                              26

After that nightmare, I couldn't eat
I went downstairs where I would meet
The officers of the town right at my door
To tell me my friend went missing the night before                       30

They searched the place up and down
But no kind of proof could be found
So I was safe as long as... Oh god
They just found that bloody cloth                                                      34

I've been accused of murder
But I don't know what's harder
To have killed your friend
Or knowing it's the end
Because the rest of my life is squandered                                       39

So now I sit alone in this dirty cell
Feeling as if I've been dragged through the flames of hell
Looking through the only window there, oh what a sight
We're going to have a lovely moon tonight!                                   43

A poem I wrote for a project. Enjoy!
-nonny97
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I stood there, wondering "WHERE THE HELL AM I GONNA HIDE???" because this man was hunting me down. Then i looked over to an abandoned barn house, resembling that of the greenhouse in my g-mas backyard. I ran there only to get a prediction of my demise: An explosion caused by a bomb, enlarged by a gas tank nearby.

    I needed to get out of the range of the explosion. Suddenly i was aware i WAS in my g-mas backyard and so i had to get my family out of the area. I ran to the house where my best friends EVER used to live to find my mother and grandmother.

    My lil sis was already in the car. I told them about the bomb so my mom rushed and helped my grandma to the car. On the way there, she fell (my g-ma) which caused her to bleed a tad. Happily she managed to get up with the help of me and my mom. We entered the car and estimated the area out of range of the bomb. It was in downtown Amherstburg where the bomb would end and no one injured. As we neared the road in attempt of leaving, there were siren blares and announcing voices all over the town. The bomb was big news to Lasalle! Everyone heard about the bomb, and tried to leave as well. Don't worry, we managed to get out of the driveway safely.

    On the way to Amherstburg, we stopped at a gas station because, well, it was a gas station. While waiting, me and my lil sis went to a vending machine for toys. That's when i saw the fact that Amherstburg was the target town of another bomb! I saw one sitting in a little toy in the machine... it was a little one that could do much damage, but not as much as the big bomb would have, in statistics it could have killed at least 10-20 people... but still, a death is horrible. So what I did, is I bought the keychain (where the bomb was) and told Lu (lil sis, real name Alexis, nickname Lexie, nickername Lu) to get out of the way...                           My hand gesture seemed to have been misunderstood by her because as i threw the bomb away, she ran right after it... :'( This is where it all went down/badly! The bomb exploded as Lu tried to grab it :'(

A huge explosion was caused by that little bomb in a stuffed heart keychain :'( Many were presumed dead, but no one was exactly sure. It all faded black as I realized, Lu was gone! I woke up at my primary school, Monseigneur Augustin Caron (french). There were many people with dirty faces from the explosion and tears running down their faces. I looked outside to see how much damage the big bomb created... it was horrible.. The school's roof was gone, broken windows, many dead trees :( When i walked outside, i realized why the people were there. They brought the corpses of the Amherstburg explosion for people to recognize. I looked around, so many bodies, so many bones! it was the most traumatizing part of this event! in all that, i couldn't locate my sister... before i lost hope, a little shimmer of light grabbed my attention. I turned to a field where a couple of crows were flying around. i ran up to see what interested them.. only to find Lu. She was still alive. Her breaths were short and quick, but she was breathing. She was bloody a tad, her little blue dress (alice in wonderland-like) was torn up, you could see a huge scrape on her ribcage, hell, you could see the ribcage. Not all but a little. Her hair was messy and short, like it was when she was 3-5 years old. it was stunning! Now, what really hit my emotional nerve was that she was struggling. her eyes were staring into the blank. she didn't acknowledge my presence! I cried in happiness and brought her inside to see if someone could help her, but before i could even reach the inside to try to find if a miracle could revive her.....
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I woke up... I sat up straight and started crying:'( This dream happened a while ago... maybe a month? never, had i ever had such a horrible dream </3 i cried out for my mom who came running in right away... i was in shock all day and everytime i think of that one dream, i cry because nothing scares me more than losing my little sister<3<3<3<3<3 Love you Alexis
-Lizzy

P.S. find the hints to how it's a dream
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Creepy Story

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lets start with the creepy news.:

Last night was halloween right? anyhoo, i'm like 15 now and i didn't want to go 'door-to-door', but i did go out to have a nice lil walk with my mom.
Now you all know that the little children need to literally scream trick-or-treat to get the people to the door and hand out candies. anyway,
my lil sis went to a house and my mom wasn't to close to me at the moment... there were no kids but some down the road.
now, my lil sis was at the door, in other words too far for me to hear, my mom isn't male, you'll understand why, and the kids were too far... and loud.

So i'm standing there beside my mom and suddenly hear the voice of a boy, whispering "trick-or-treat" right beside me... i turned but no one was there... so i continued walking
and brushed off that moment before i heard him again... O.o it was freaky! what's creepier is that it sounded like the voice that Ezekiel has (NO JOKE)
after that it stopped. i thought i was losing it, and i didn't want to tell my mom because she would have said  i was crazy...
***This is an all true story! i wouldn't be able to make something up like this....***

-Nonny97
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