Date: 11/26/2017
By alanaurban
In one of my dreams last night, several friends and I were at this house trying to escape a ghost. I don’t recall why we couldn’t leave but eventually we sat down to have some sort of séance before realizing that the ghost had telepathy and could control our minds. It went around the table and each of us shot ourselves in the head. I was last, and when I shot myself in the dream I was suddenly in the car with my father worrying about my friend, Z, as I had seen him being chased by the ghost but had not heard from him since. I received a message from him on a Texas Instruments calculator, “im alright” so I responded with “me too.” Then suddenly I was in a parking lot that looked like the one outside of a church I went to in my childhood, but in place of the church was my ex-boyfriend’s house. I don’t recall the rest of the dream.