My dreams are fucked.
I once had a dream that I was in my friend Bekki's house, only she wasn't there, and I was with my aunt, grandma, and my grandma's friend. We were all in the kitchen admiring a turquoise Brita water filter when a man came in the door. He made my grandma's friend sit down at the kitchen table, took a pair of salad forks and stabbed her in the temple with them and killed her. He then turned to me (my aunt and my grandma had disappeared) and told me that if I said I single word about what I just saw, he'd come a get me too. After he left I went outside and found my neighbor taking pictures (in the dream he was a photographer, in real life he's an electrician) I tried to tell him what just happened but I couldn't get the words out. The next day (this is still the dream) there was an anonymous poem in the newspaper that EVERYONE was raving about, so I decided to read it. When I did there was all these hidden messages in it about killing me if I told anyone what had happened. I knew right away that it was written the man who killed my grandma's friend and when I told people, they thought I was nuts.
Hahaha it sounds dumb but it was really scary
