Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 9/14/2019
By abbyjay123
I’m sitting in the back of one of my old lecture halls, but I’m just playing on my phone instead of paying attention. Mika sits on my right and says hi to me, but I still don’t look up from my phone, so she starts to listen to the professor. I suddenly put the phone to my ear and say, “I don’t know why I came back.” All i hear is a sigh on the other end, but I know I’m talking to someone. I’m just not sure who yet. The lights in the front of the room go out, but I still haven’t really looked up, so I’m not bothered. I say, “Are you sorry?” Mika stands up and walks toward the front of the room where some kids are building a machine that will turn out the rest of the lights so that class will be canceled. My hand is sticky, and I know that if i look at it, it’ll be covered in blood, so i dont look. The rest of the lights go out, and I’m filled with overwhelming panic, but i know i can’t look up, so i swivel around, still sitting on the steps. Luke sits in front of me, his phone to his ear. (Supposedly the lights are all out; but i can see him clearly) He looks at me sadly, and my panic is replaced by anger. I know that I can’t hit him, so I throw my phone at him as hard as i can. He laughs at that and says, “you always fucking tried it. I couldn’t stop you.” “You made me!” I nearly scream. I try to stand up, but i end up tumbling backwards and hitting my head on a step. Luke is standing over me a second later with a butter knife angled down at my eye. I’m about to pass out, so I can’t find the energy to tell him to get away from me. But before luke can do anything, some other guy in the class stands by my head, takes the knife from luke, and stabs him with it, right under his ribs. Luke chokes, and he spits blood on me. Im trying so fucking hard to get away, but I can’t move hardly at all, but I’m worried the man behind me will step on me. Luke falls forward, and the other end of the knife inside him goes through my forearm, and i scream, but all i can think about is how it probably messed up my tattoo. I try to pull the knife out, but all i do is push it deeper in luke. I realize right then that this is a dream, and i, once again, have to do that thing where i need to pull myself out of sleep and it’s almost impossible with how deep asleep i was. My arm hurts.