Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 8/4/2019
By anitron
In this dream, I was walking around my house when I noticed someone who went to my school walking up to me. This person got bullied a lot in middle school, but I hadn’t talked to them since then. The boy walked up to me and started being rude and bullying me. I tried to walk away but he wouldn’t stop harassing me. I was already away from my house, so I walked up to my neighbors house for help. As I rang the doorbell, he was still chasing after me. He went up right next to me, and I tried pushing him to get away from me. This is when he fell off the patio and hit his head on a rock. But at the time, I just thought he got a concussion so I continued to wait for my neighbors. My neighbors finally opened the door and I immediately said “I need your help. Please.” There were around 5 people in the house, none of them I knew. They started being angry for me randomly knocking on their door until they saw the boy. They carried him into the living room and laid him on a table. Everyone looked at him and the person who carried him in told us that he was, in fact, dead. Everyone was obviously mad at me and was waiting for me to explain. I calmly told them that he used to be bullied, which led him to be a bully in high school. He started following me and I went up to their door for help before I pushed him off the patio and he hit his head on the rock. I mentioned that I thought he just got a concussion so I continued to wait for help. One of the ladies in the home said she might have to call the police on me and that I probably wouldn’t have to go to jail, but I would be very frowned upon in the community. As she said this it began to rain, and I was begging her to just call the police on the dead boy and not on me. The weirdest part about this was I never felt any sort of guilt for killing the boy, but I was deadly afraid being named a murderer in my town. The lady eventually called the police on just the boy, and the ambulance took him away. None of us were questioned that day. After this, it fades out and I am in the family members home that the boy used to live in. I remember seeing his mother crying and going up the stairs to his other siblings to hand out a flyer announcing his death. It said on the flyer that his death was by suicide, when it wasn’t. I watched his whole family cry and I still couldn’t feel guilt. After this, it fades into 2 years into the future where I am in my dream college. I still didn’t get caught, but the signs in the building I was in had backwards letters, and everyone there was walking backwards. It fades out again to where I am observing a jail cafeteria with one of my friends for a weird project in one of our college classes. While we are watching everyone, she jokingly says, “this is where you’re gonna end up one day”. I immediately remembered the boy when she said that.