Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 12/8/2017
By TonezBo
This was 2 dreams in the same building but with 2 totally different scenarios. Dream 1: in a massive building which both scenarios take place in. I was was with a pit bull I had on a leash sneaking around the building looking for a way out. We would always get so close to making it out but then we would hear someone coming around the corner and have to run back upstairs. But the weird part was I was eating a burrito the entire time I was with that dog and I was enjoying it too like it was amazing. Me and the dog start going down a flight of stairs when we see the front doors to the building. I had thought about just going for it but I stopped. I ducked down behind the rails of the stairs and watched two employees that sounded a lot like robots. But they weren’t robots no... They were people... But fake people, brainwashed and stripped of their life to work for whatever powers that control this building. the dog starts to act up because he doesn’t want The leash on anymore. I start to get aggravated because i knew if I did let him off he’d run rampant through the building and get us both caught. So I kept the leash on but after a min or two he starts to jerk his body making his collar jingle then my heart dropped and my face turned white as a ghost. Luckily the employees couldn’t hear us. I tried to run back upstairs but the dog slipped through an opening in the side of the stairs. He was hanging by his neck... dead... it was heart wrenching. I felt as if I had murdered such an innocent creature. I then took myself upstairs went to the window and proceeded to take my own life. As I was falling I felt like all the weight of my life was lifted off my shoulders. No more worrying. No more hating myself. Dream 2: in the same building as before it was me and this guy who was my partner. Me and him were sneaking through the building looking for something in these big rooms. It looked like there were presents inside the rooms but whatever we were looking for it was serious. So serious that my partner was super on edge. While looking through rooms we’d often argue about where to look first. I always said let me just open the big boxes and he opened the little ones or the other way around it didn’t matter. We just needed a way to do this quicker. But no he wanted to open the small ones first and the big ones after. Almost as if he was a child on Christmas morning opening the small presents first and saving the big ones for last. We get to the 5th room and I had had enough of his shit. I was ready to strike if he got outta hand. We enter the room and he gives me a look of anger and annoyance. I try to ignore it and get the job done. I walk towards the bigger present in the room and he starts yelling at me “do it the right way or else.” I turned slowly. I looked at him and asked “what the fuck do you exactly think your gonna do.” He looked at me with a look of disbelief on his face. He had never once thought I would come back at him like that. He looked away for a brief moment then slowly looked back and said “alright motherfucker you wanna do this now? Because I’ve been waiting all god damn day to kick your teeth in!” I chuckled and it infuriated him. He started running at me and this all felt so real at the moment because I felt the fear of being murdered in my stomach while he was running at me. Everything was in slow motion but then it finally hit. I felt the force of his shoulder slamming into my stomach and throwing me across the room. I snapped out of it and realized what’s really happening. I noticed one of the knives on the floor from cutting the presents and jumped for it. I got the knife and threw it in the direction of my partner... I heard a gasp and a thump. I looked away after I threw it... but when I looked back I couldn’t believe my eyes. My partner was dead. I hadn’t had a lot of actual time spent with this person irl but I was still sobbing as if I had a connection with him somehow. I stood over his dead self and noticed I had hit him right between the eyes. My stomach clenched in pain and nausea. “This is what it finally came to old man.” I said out loud. I cried for few more minutes then got up and walked out the room. I went down the stairs and Walked outside to find tons of police in front waiting for me. but I was certain I didn’t care anymore I just wanted bliss. So I walked out and reached into the back of my pants as if I was pulling out a gun. Once again everything goes slow motion and I can see the trails of heat in the air from the bullets. Then BOOM... it was so real I feel the first one go through me. Then the second one and the third one and so forth. Once again I felt as if I had nothing to worry about anymore. It felt like I was on a small raft in the ocean letting the water take me wherever it goes. Not worrying about anything. I start to lose feeling in my body and then it was over I woke up and started to cry because of how real this dream felt. And how it really connected with the way I feel right now at 4 AM up since 2 writing this. I hope you enjoyed if anyone actually reads this. Have a good day. ✌🏼