Posted on: 2014-11-01 by Guest

I dreamt that I was walking through a dimly lit, abandoned looking tiled room with a good friend of mine. It suddenly stuck me that this was the spot where I was murdered, and where my friend had been murdered too. Somehow I had forgotten that I was dead, and remembering it filed me with sadness. I returned home to see my mother. In my dream, the logic seemed to be that I was a ghost, and only people who cared about me very much could still see and hear me. After this, I began to have vengeful thoughts about the man who murdered me, and was going to look for him. That is the point where I woke up.