Posted on: 2017-02-27 by Guest

the only dreams I remember are the bad ones and I have been having this recurring dream since I was little. I was in my grandmas house and the room I had always slept in when I was there had these beautiful plates with these gorgeous Indian girls on them. and it was me and my brother in the same bed and the covers kept falling and I would fight to keep them over me and each time it would get colder and colder and harder to pull them up until I told my brother to stop I rolled over to be face to face with a black eyed figure that screaked. I tried to get away, but when my feet hit the floor. it grabbed my by the ankles and beat me to death with a chair