Hill house vibes

Date: 11/25/2020

I was with Tommie, an old friend from school, inside some church and we were just chatting and catching up. And then he asked me to come help him with some music. So I walk upstairs to where he was at and for whatever reason we are on ceiling beams. He asked me to help pick a better album chart her for one of Kanye’s older albums. I say sure and then comes in John and Keyshawn and John looks directly at me and is like “what are you doing here?” With a sarcastic chuckle that he used to do. And I was ready to respond when Keyshawn was like “I didn’t know just anybody was able to change the album cover if that was the case I would’ve changed the lyrics.” Everyone laughed but I didn’t even know what album we were talking about. So they stay and chat with us and my friend my elementary school, Jacqueline, tells us some story and we are all comfortably sitting on the high beam ceiling/floor. Our legs crossing over one another. And then the dream becomes a little unsettling when a girl from my elementary school, Cameron, comes and asks for help with painting supplies. So I go downstairs and get her some supplies from my art corner. We talk a bit and Naomi just came back from being with this white guy. They hit it off at first. And then before she went back out with him, he whispered something in her ear and I didn’t catch it but Cameron did. And I went to talk to Naomi but she was like “I’m leaving, I need to breathe first.” And so she left. And Cameron was like “I wouldn’t wanna talk to him after what he said.” And I was like what but she didn’t tell me wha he said. So I get her stuff and she eventually leaves. Then all of a sudden I have my nephew with me when he was like 6 and we have two dogs and another kid was there I think. And me,Tommie, Keyshawn and John were downstairs. Weird shit starts to happen. The dogs start going bezerk and keep running around every which way. I try to calm them down but it’s like they can’t hear me. They aren’t even barking but are just running frantically around the entire place. So I head upstairs to get one of the dogs and then I get him back downstairs when I look back upstairs I see Kahlil is up there with one of the dogs in his hand and he’s holding the dogs leg and the dog is swinging over something. Somehow I knew it was a garbage disposal and Kahlil drops him In it and it shreds the dog up. And I see this tall luming white figure with a good chunk of the face and body were cut out. Not in a gory way but in a very uncomfortable way. Like it was a face with a perfect 90 degree angle cut from there face. Eventually Kahlil appears back down stairs. And he’s calm and is looking at his hands and I gotta explain to him that it wasn’t his fault and he kept saying “it’s not my fault right?” “It wasn’t my fault, I had no control.” It was all unsettling. I hug Kahlil and I see from a different perspective that I’m looking at this entire interaction through a slightly cracked open door. I was In a very clean white room. And this thing walks over to me and practice locks the door as I hear large footsteps walking over to the interaction. And that’s when I force myself to wake up.