Posted on: 2015-08-21 by dave_skylark

I was in prison. I had no idea why or how i got there but it was on Bourke St. (I live in Australia and Bourke St is in Melbourne), it was a minimum security prison which was an understatement because it was literally on the street, i could walk across the road and be free but there was something inside me holding me back. This is when i head shouting, Sam had started a riot buy throwing food at someone. It wasn't just a fight over a dirty shirt it was a full blown brawl and i couldn't wait to be part of it, i ran at the wall which was covered in trampolines and did a spinning kick and hit someone in the head which i felt pretty proud of, (it turned out to be Ed, my friend from School) The fight got pretty out of hand so i left asap to avoid being battered or killed. A man who i didn't recognize told me to follow him because i was his bunkmate, the rooms were literally on the street by the road and he showed me my bed which was a double queen for some reason, his bed was the same size but the weird thing was the bed on the wall, like it was literally attached to the wall about a two meters off the ground in a lightning bolt shape. The boy in it was complaining about how uncomfortable it was (the really weird thing was i had dreamed about this bed before in a completely different dream). I turned around and the brawl had dissipated and everyone was moving to their respective bunks. I went to sleep and woke up to my mate Luke telling me to come with him. I followed, somehow fully dressed even though i didn't go to sleep in my clothes. Luke went all the way along the street/prison to a door that read prisoner information. He picked the lock while i checked for guards and walked in, he took out his file that was on the desk and showed it to me. It read Luke (i won't say his last name*), Everton Kindergarten. Died 16th July 2005. It was his death certificate, his morgue details and photos of the child size body bag were even in the file. We kept looking into it and what we discovered was horrific, he was murdered by a fellow classmate by being hanged off the swing set, he was five years old. A five year old kid killed another five year old kid. At this point we were petrified, how was Luke here when he died when he was five. I had known Luke for three years and there was nothing suspicious about him or his family. Luke was not an imposer. There was so much going through my mind at that moment i didn't even see the guard coming behind us. We were instantly put in isolation for three weeks. When i was released i instantly inquired about Luke. He was nowhere to be found. No one i asked had even heard of him. I broke back into the room and his file had gone. But the only thing there was a picture of the Kindergarten. So there was my dream, it was long as and i know it sounds like iv'e just made shit up but its legit, thats why i wanted to post it, because i remembered it so clearly i wanted to know if someone knows why i can remember it. Luke didn't go to Everton Kindergarten as a kid, i live near Everton and they don't even have a kindergarten. But the thing that has had me scared all day is that Luke had a dream last night about a kid who was killed in a Kindergarten. That kid was me.


Kurysauce on 2015-08-25 said:
Omfg that dream was cool AF