Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 9/22/2020
By dreakee
My parents were gone and it was just us at the house. Lina, Cole, Cash, Conner, Alex, and I. We were gonna throw a party. I decided to go around and see what I could clean up. Alex decided to invite Colby and he invited his friend with 66,000 subscribers on YouTube who was a music artist. He asked if there was some quiet place during the party he and his friend could hang out. I told him we couldn’t guarantee it. We never posted anything on social media or invited more people. I was in the front yard with the dogs and this woman was walking by. I tried to stop Bear from attacking her, and her dog came up to me and bit me. I screamed and let Bear go. He snapped at the dog and it let go and then I took Bear inside and grabbed Tarzan too later on. The lady invited herself in and then added a husband. She introduced herself as a new neighbor. She was creepy as hell and had a blind tint to her eyes. Cole walked in and she said,”oh. This must be your boyfriend.” He smiled and flipped her off (he’s my cousin). He introduced himself and then pointed out that we weren’t alone by introducing everyone else that was in the house. I knew that wasn’t smart because you usually forget to mention someone so they can save you in the end. They stayed for a while and when we finally got them to start leaving, my mom and my aunt came home. It made me glad that I didn’t post something on my socials, inviting more people. I knew these people were dangerous. They gave me a creepy vibe. I was making red velvet cake on the stove for some reason and it crumbled. There were three girls I didn’t recognize. One with red hair and she had a little sister with blonde hair. Then there was a brunette. The brunette was seen running away screaming. I ended up figuring out that the red head was a lesbian and she did something the brunette didn’t wanna do because she misinterpreted the situation. There was a gunshot. We all came to see that there were two identical blonde little girls. One had a blind tint to her eyes. The other didn’t and was sitting in a wooden chair, covered in blood. The red head had the gun and everyone screamed. I knew she shot the wrong one. She shot her real sister. The bitch with the blind eyes shape-shifted into the redhead next. I ended up asking them a morbid question and the wrong one smiled. I knew that one was that crazy bitch. I shot her. There was blood everywhere. I woke up.