cult

Date: 4/29/2016

I am in a house that is not mine. There is nothing in the room but a single ceiling fan. Somehow the ceiling fan is coming to life and trying to kill me. It is on full speed and is lowering onto my head. I move and run out of the house. I see someone outside, a man and a woman. I try to tell them about the fan. Of coarse they don't believe me. Now there is a man standing in the room i was just in. I can see him through the window. I am standing outside. The fan is now trying to lower onto the mans head. I yell for the man and woman to look, which they do. They don't seem to be too concerned with what is going on. All i remember next is a bunch of people in a room surrounding a table. They have blue hair color that they r putting in each others hair. They start to put the blue hair dye in mine, i think, this is going to stain really bad. I wake up.