Posted on: 2015-11-03 by Guest

A muffled scream shattered the silence of night. I awoke, ready to challenge whatever villain had caused it. I instinctively contorted myself towards the window to find the source of the danger. The full moon's light illuminated the entire yard. In moments I scanned the backyard, illuminated by the full moon, from the corn fields on the left to the stairs that led up to our terrace, right next to my room. My eyes latched onto a figure just yards from the stairs. It moved, setting off the motion sensor activated lights. The figure was unveiled to be a man, disguised in a hideous clown mask. In one hand he clutched a large Bowie knife. He dragged along with him a panicked teenage girl, jamming the blade against her throat. Her face turned towards the window, pleading for help. The madman turned as well and let out a maniacal laugh that still makes its way through my mind. He had seen me. A primal fury took my body. The girl he held was my girlfriend. Nothing short of death would keep me from protecting her. My muscles tightened and I let out a shout to alert my family to the danger. Except only a small whisper could escape my throat. I grabbed my pocket knife from my dresser and dove from my bed towards the door. But my muscles would not hold my weight. I began to see double. I collapsed onto the hard wooden floor. I'd been drugged. I tried to fight it, or at least call for help, but I could do nothing. I passed out, my eyes still open. I awoke as the sunlight bore down upon my face through one of the four windows in my room. I stood up, feeling sore and weak. The memories of the night before slowly made their way back into my mind. I could barely tell whether they were real or part of a horrifying dream. I gradually made my way down the stairs, where I was met by my family, already done preparing breakfast. They were alive. I told them about what happened. My oldest sister asked, "Wait, you're talking about a dream, right?" I told her I didn't think so, but I couldn't tell. I'd woken up on the floor, far from my bed, but I'd done that before under normal conditions. There was only one way to know for sure. As breakfast ended, I put on my shoes, grabbed my knife, and made my way out back. Autumn had set in and leaves littered the yard. I was drawn towards the forest. I had only made it about twenty yards when I saw her. Her white shirt was drenched with blood, her throat cut deeply. Her hazel eyes had glossed over. Her face was still twisted with fear. I held her body close as tears poured down my face. I kissed her once on the cheek and and once on the lips, knowing it would be the last time. But my mourning did not go undisturbed. From behind a large oak, a set of large black boots appeared. The maniac's laughter pierced my ears and the glint of a blood-stained blade caught my eye. I ran madly, but I was not strong enough, not fast enough to escape him. The drug still had not worn off. He tackled me to the ground. I wrestled to keep the knife away from my body. I tried to take the offensive, parrying the arm that held the knife momentarily and reaching for my enemy's face. He forced my arm away before I could jab his eyes. But I managed to grab the mask. I tore the mask off and cast it aside. It was not a man at all. It was her. It seemed impossible, but I had no explanation, nor time to find one. I accepted the cold reality of the situation. My heart shattered, my will to live evaporated. I stopped fighting. I let the blade sink into my flesh. I let the world fade to black. I let myself die, for the reaper's touch offered the only escape from the sorrowful life before me.

Posted on: 2012-11-20 by VampireOfMyOwnHeart

I dreamed I stood in an upper level floor waiting with other gymnast over looking through a window at an open stadium where a gymnastic competitions were taking place with gymnast already performing. It was night time over the stadium judging by the overhead lights that surrounded the stadium. Then I asked a gymnast next to me about when and how do we know when our turn is up. The gymnast said that its a random pick by the color of our jackets and our number on it. I looked through an open door that over looks down some stairs as well as to the lower floor. I then notice on the lower floor three people sitting on a small rectangular table like they were judges. I see one them grab a blue jacket which was the same color as my pants then smells it like it had a stink to it and holds it for the other judges to smell. I realize after that it was my jacket they were smelling and didn't like that they were doing that. Then on a wall overhead the stairs, two numbers display like a score board "65" assuming it was my turn to go on stage to perform, but I didn't go. Then I decided, from a distance with power of thought, to pull my jacket out of their hands and back to me. It took two tries to finally free my jacket out of their hands to return to me. Then I was back looking around in the room of the upper floor. I looked to my right and see a pair of folded jeans and a rolled up bandana on floor. I then notice that I was on both of my knees kneeling on the floor. So I looked to my left and notice the other gymnast also kneeling on the floor bowing and lined up with me. I bowed once and then I woke up.



Posted on: 2015-04-26 by Guest

I'd like to open an account

Posted on: 2015-04-29 by Guest

I'll call back later



Posted on: 2015-05-25 by Guest

I'd like a phonecard, please

Posted on: 2015-08-09 by Guest

Okay. I just woke from this dream ten minutes ago. It's disturbing and includes sexual assault (or something). So beware. In my dream my friend and I were hanging out at my house. My mom,dad, and my uncle were there. And my friend and I felt uncomfortable around my uncle. At one point I was standing near him and he started to stretch, and rubbed my belly for a second. Then about a minutes later my friend goes to use the bathro or something, and my uncle gets up and says he's gonna go to his room. After like 2 minutes I go looking for my friend and she's not in the bathroom.I hear music playing from my uncle's room so I knock. He opens the door and he's in his underwear. I look around the room and I see my friend upside down against the wall (like she was doing a handstand against the wall) and she was in her underwear and bra. My uncle seemed so casual about everything, almost like he wanted me to join. Then I screamed. My parents ran in and saw my friend in her underwear. Then my friend started to cry. My parents called the police or someone similar. They come and my friend shares her story. After a few minutes I realize that the music is still playing so I go to turn it off. The radio was on my uncle's nightstand. For some reason he was just casually laying on his bed listening to the story.So I go to teacher for the radio and he puts his hand out really fast (near my chest) and I freak out. Then he starts saying how he wouldn't touch me because something about my books and then he got flustered and tried to rephrase what he said as not to offend me. Finally my friend finishes talking to the lady and the police leave (without my uncle) And then it went fuzzy and I woke up. By the way, if it helps, im currently having a sleepover at my friend's house, and we're 16/17years old.

Posted on: 2015-06-08 by Guest

What do you like doing in your spare time?



Posted on: 2015-05-26 by Guest

Nice to meet you

Posted on: 2014-08-31 by Guest

I had a dream last night when i fell asleep, i was being chased by michael myers. The dream kept repeating if somethung did was wrong. Like if i chose to climb out a window id end back in the room it all started...i take it it was my mom telling me to run and hide. I couldnt help but also notice he found me everytime and caught me...but the last time i think maybe i couldve gotten away, i locked the door the last time when my mom told me to run, i ran out the doors that were connected to the backyard. I almost jumped the fence and woke up. Whats this mean??

Posted on: 2015-04-27 by Guest

I'm not sure

Posted on: 2015-05-01 by Guest

I like it a lot

Posted on: 2015-04-26 by Guest

I went to

Posted on: 2015-04-29 by Guest

What do you like doing in your spare time?

Posted on: 2015-04-28 by Guest

How would you like the money?

Posted on: 2015-06-07 by Guest

Where do you come from?

Posted on: 2014-02-14 by Infectionz

Dream started out in a old creeky house, it was about midnight and this ghost kept trying to talk to me felt like I knew who it was and I HAD to find it .. Not figuring out where it was it started to hurt me, as I walked to the attic trying to find where it's at I got punched in the arm I guess for being to slow.. As I was walking really slow looking at everything. It was pitch black and I have only my eyes with the slight sight, there was boxes and different junk, when it wasn't up there I walked threw the living room and kitchen the ghost I guess got pissed and threw me hard into the wall about 3 times.. I continued to try to find him not on the mid level, I head towards the basement.. Down the dark stairs I see a old lady walking towards the darker part.. As I got next to her the ghost hit her and her bone in her chest snapped and I tried to catch her and her bones broke.. She was dead.. I kept walking and seen a cat.. Black cat.. It was on a box just staring at me when I walked up I herd something talk.. I asked some questions and the cat would be forcefully nod yes or no, over time I guess the ghostly figure connected to me and started talking.. I remember talking to him for what felt like hours in my dream..somehow I asked who else it knew, why it was talking to me.. And it said I don't want to know it will scare me.. Or I won't be able to handle the truth.. Continuing to talk I can't really recall what it said but it was dark for hours and I was sitting In the middle of a black basement with no fear... And it faded off and stopped talking looking around and then I woke up feeling extremely tired.. But could not sleep for 4 hours..

Posted on: 2013-09-07 by Guest

I'm working in a factory after losing a good paying job. The new factory job is impossible. I can't keep up. One of the workers is trying to show me how to assemble a palette that seems to be 30 feet or so up in the air. Some time goes by and I'm very confused, then I look to my right and see several other workers crowded around a large hydraulic press. I ignore them for a while but eventually go over to investigate. The lighting in the factory is very dim. Not what it should be. The group of workers are crowded around the scene of a very bad accident. They are holding hands and praying together. I look down and see the accident victim. It's a woman. She's been severed in two at the waist by the hydraulic press. I immediately understand that I need to leave this factory and never return. I argue and scream with people in charge and punch out, and start heading for the door. The factory is very large and it takes a few minutes to get outside, but along the way I'm shocked to see a robot walking around with a person. It's as if the person is giving a tour of the factory for the robot. Keep in mind, this factory does not produce robotics. I don't understand why the robot is there. It comes closer walking towards me, and it's not even a good robot. It's very campy looking. Blocky with an antenna sticking out of it's shoulder. The worst part is how it moves and speaks. It seems to understand what to do, but only partially, and it's speech is very broken and higher pitch like a child. It speaks slowly and says "I am here for me to help you.... for me to help you". I find a path around the robot and run for the door.

Posted on: 2015-06-07 by Guest

An accountancy practice

Posted on: 2013-07-21 by Guest

I'm a partner in

Posted on: 2015-04-27 by Guest

Can I call you back?

Posted on: 2017-03-22 by Guest

To go at Ultra Music Festival and play my tracks on Main Stage is my dream... It will become a reality very soon! Believe it!

Posted on: 2015-04-28 by Guest

I'll call back later

Posted on: 2015-04-28 by Guest

I'd like to open a business account

Posted on: 2017-05-17 by Guest

Last night I fell in love with this video game character...IMD

Posted on: 2015-04-26 by Guest

Some First Class stamps