Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 1/4/2020
By iishgenosisii
My family and I came into this rich house to clean it. We scattered and I was cleaning with a rag. Over the course of cleaning we’ve been hearing sounds and parts of the house has leaks. We try connecting the dots as my little brother finally come to the conclusion that’s there is another person being forced to clean with a rag. We all agreed and go up stairs (idk if we were not allowed to go up stairs but I had a really bad feeling we shouldn’t have). My mom and the other adults when into the room while my grandma and little brother and I go into a more spacious room to rest I think. A woman can out of a room they were in. The woman was the owner of the house. She had deep skin and messy hair and looked kinda crazy. She saw my across the hallway when she turned her head and tried targeting me. I grabbed the “weapons” that I saw. It was a long tape measure and a thin metal object. I started hitting her as she got closer and she back up a bit. I walked towards her acting like I was the crazy one but she started walking towards me too and I got a little scared. I started hitting her and she ran. A little girl (I think the gender of this kid kept changing but I’m not too sure) came out of the same room the woman did. She looked trashed. Dirty face and dirty ripped clothes. She ran into my arms and I tried comporting her by running my hand through her hair, while the girl looked at the woman. The woman tried to escaped but my family got her and she went to jail. I tried reassuring the girl. I left and drove to my new collage I guess you’d say, which is a little more to the right than my old sisters job Home Depot. I drove there and it was dark outside but the street lights made it look like fairy lights low that were more low to surface than the sky. I went and I felt like I was going into a baby area at a daycare. I went up to the counter and the lady told me I could come tomorrow and start my work I think she said. I came back tomorrow at the same time, night time. I think I drew (I was in a more artsy college and there was like two room linked together. The entrance (which was small and the “door” was as big as a garage door just no door and only space) connected to the main room which was a bit bigger and looked like a library. I saw beautiful flowers and felt like making some but instead I made perfume by hand expect the box I used. The professor came into the entrance room and saw my making perfume and was shocked and intrigued. He hasn’t seen anyone make perfume in a long time and he wanted to see if I’d turn out amazing. I stood there kinda stiff because now I had a little more pressure on me to make it really good.