Killer Farmer

Date: 6/25/2019

This dream started at night, and I was near a house made of wood. This house doesn’t exist in real life, and for some reason it was in my yard. It was also very small. The house on my side had only a wooden door. There was also a wooden fence, and I was on the outer side of it. Suddenly, another person appeared beside me. He was Cameron, one of my classmates from middle school. He threw a snowball at the wooden door. The snowball broke normally, but when the snow hit the ground, there was no evidence of the snowball existing at all. Not to mention that it wasn’t winter, and there was no snow anywhere. Suddenly, we started running at a very fast speed. Then we jumped very high to my house and came in the living room. The outside was just a grass field with smaller versions of my house everywhere. After a few seconds, I appeared at the exact same location with the wooden house. This time, the person was not there. After a few more seconds, someone came out of the wooden house. This person was an old farmer. He came out with a broom pointed upwards and started shaking it in the air. His face expression was weird as well. That was the expression that sticks out in this dream the most. So I ran to the living room just like last time. Everything was the same as last time, but not with Cameron. When I was at the living room again, three girls at my age (I had and wrote this dream one day before my 14th birthday) came from the door. I don't remember what they looked like either. Also, these girls were invisible if you look outside, but right when they came inside, they became visible. Then, one of the girls said something, but I don't remember what it was. As soon as she said that, the old farmer was running to my house with the same face expression. He was normally fast upon human standards, and this time, he had no broom. He did not even have a body. The only thing visible was his face. He went in through the downstairs door. Then, another girl said, "What do we do?" Immediately, I went downstairs for some reason. This time, I was running at normal speed. Although the farmer went downstairs, he was nowhere to be seen. The downstairs hallway had no doors, but at the end was a new white door. I run to the door, but when I opened it, it led back to the start of the hallway. Everything was exactly the same. I ran to the same door, but it led to the start again. It did this about 5 times. Then on one repeat, I saw the old farmer standing there at the end of the hallway. Then he transformed into Doodlebob and ran straight at me. When he got to me, he got in front of my face making his noises and waving his arms. After that, the whole scene went black. It stayed black for a few more seconds. Then it faded to another scene. It looked like it was morning time. It took place at an unknown neighborhood. The dream itself was facing the opposite side of the neighborhood. The scene was a mailman and a puppet talking to each other with a mailbox in between. You could see the arm controlling the puppet. The puppet had orange hair and brown eyes, and the mailman had brown hair and mustache. The mailman was smiling and looking at the same direction during the entire scene. The scene had switched during the conversation. The mailman was talking first, but I couldn't hear him, but I could hear the puppet's response. Puppet: "You know, it's a shame that he was killed." Mailman: "Yeah, yeah." Puppet: "If only the farmer didn't–" Then the mailbox quickly opened by itself. When it opened, the top part disappeared so you could see what was inside it. Inside of it was the exact same puppet's head at the middle, and two Nintendo Switch controllers at the front and sides. Both controllers were red, but they were for different sides. The puppet was interrupted by this, and immediately switched sentences without delay. Puppet: "Oh my god he really is dead." Mailman: "Yeah." (Pause for a few seconds) Puppet: (Yelling) "Why did it have to be him?" Then the dream changed direction to face the actual neighborhood. This is when we get a good look of it. The neighborhood had small versions of my house just like earlier. The houses were at the sides of the road like normal. The road was a squarish u-turn. In the middle was one column of houses facing an unknown direction. There were trees to the left and fields to the right. When the scene changed direction, there was a mail truck in the middle of the u-turn. There was no one driving it and the door was wide open. The puppet started yelling at the truck. Puppet: "You could've hung out with him!" Right after the puppet yelled, the truck closed its door by itself and drove off at the left of the u-turn. After a few seconds, the direction changed back to the mailbox. The puppet made crying noises, but it was just opening and closing its mouth. The mailman was still smiling and standing in the same direction.