Date: 1/23/2018
By caitlynm14117
I walked into this sort of alley way but it wasn’t really an alley. It was this dirt road with chain link fences on either side. It was really sunny and hot. When I entered I saw my 8th grade history teacher dead on the side of the alley. His head was cut open and his brain and blood had been removed. Then I woke up. When I got to school I told my friend about this dream and she told me the day before she’d had a dream about the same teacher dying. Weird.