House of Horror

22nd Septermber, 2011: House of Horror

I watched the dark waves around me reach at the boat, lifting it up and down and tossing it like it nothing but a small plastic bag in the wind. Splashes of water reached over the rim of the tiny canoe and splashed down, ice cold against my legs. The guy in front of me turned and grinned as he lifted his oar and slide it effortlessly through the rough water to propel us forward. I could see in the distance small specks of light flickering, almost inviting me to join them. I leaned forward and asked the guy if he could go any faster. He grinned at me and continued at the same pace. Somewhere in the distance, thunder rumbled the sky lit up in angry flashes. The water got choppy and I felt more and more water slipping into the canoe. I felt the boat twist underneath the water. The oar slipped from the guys arms and he yelled as he lunged forward to grab at it. Unable to reach it as it was stole away by the sea, he turned and grabbed me as the boat turned over. It was quiet underneath the water. I couldn't see the boy any more, or feel him near me. I tried to break for the surface but I could feel the heaviness of the water dragging me further and further down. My lungs began to ache with a need to breathe and I reached higher and higher. I began to see spots in the water, dark spots which seemed to appear out of no where. I reached higher and higher and then finally reached the surface. Taking a deep breath in I looked around me. The boat was nowhere to be seen. Turning around I made out a figuring floating in the water as the lightning flashes again. The rain hit down hard, making it difficult to see. I swam towards the figure and reached out for the boy. I turned him over and saw his eyes were closed. Holding him onto me I looked for the lights. The rain poured down under, I felt the water sweep me away and holding on to the boy I struggled to move against the water. A large wave hit me, hard against my back. I was thrown underwater. I struggled to reach the boy as he drifted away from me. Dark spots appeared in front of my eyes, clouding my vision. I moved for the surface but was tossed back, again and again.

I woke up on a beach covered in sand. I slowly peeled myself off and went into the water to wash what was remaining of the sand off me. I looked down the shore and saw the boy lying on the sand. I moved over slowly to him, my arms and legs arguing from the strain. I turned him over and he coughed up water. He sat up looking confused and staring into the trees. I turned and looked in his direction as a man walked out. He helped the boy up and motioned for us to follow him. I walked after him into the trees. We seemed to walk for a long time, all the trees and areas looking the same, the same vines hanging low on trees, brushing against my hair as I ducked under them. We came to a cleaning with many wooden huts. People came out to see what was going on. He paraded us around the camp before leading us to a house. He pointed inside and simply said "rest". I opened the wooden door and let it creak. The house was nicely furnished and the lights shone brightly lighting up every inch of the house. I wondered why the people chose to live in huts outside with such a nice place right there. The boy and I walked into the spare bedroom where a bunk bed sat. In the corner of the room was an old wardrobe. I pulled open the first draw and pulled out a shirt and a pair of shorts. I quickly changed out of the wet clothes and into them. The boy threw on a pair of shorts and a blue t-shirt. We noticed a few backpacks sitting by the bed and opened them. They contained a flash light and some food. I pulled out a chocolate bar and began to eat. We heard noise coming from one of the other rooms and I walked over and knocked on the door. In the room were several other people. They told us that they had also been in an accident and were staying there for the night in a hope rescue would come. I thought it was weird that there was so many accidents but thought little of it. The boy and I went back to our room and turned the light off. He switched the tv on and the light lit up the room. He began to flick through the channels as I lay on the top bunk half asleep. I heard a scream some time later and opened my eyes. It took me a minute to work out where I was and the tv was still lighting up the room. The boy was gone so I picked up a flash light and headed into the hallway. The hallway had streams of blood across the walls and splashed across the floor. I headed for the door where the others were and knocked. No one came to the door so I turned the handle. The room was dark and I reached for the switch in the doorway. My hand brushed something as I tried to turn the light on and off. The light turned on for a second then the bulb exploded sending the room into complete darkness. I turned the flash light on and shined around the room. The room was empty but blood splattered the walls and furniture. In the corner I could hear a strange sound. My light hit a girl who was chewing on an arm. Her hair was a mess and her eyes were completely black. She lunged forward at me and I slammed the door closed. I could hear her scratching at the door and it sent shivers up my spine. I walked along the corridor, but I didn't hear a sound from everywhere. I turned left into the next corridor and into the shared bathroom. The room was dark, and barely lit by the lamp by the mirror. I walked past the cubicles, checking each one for people inside them. It was quiet.. I could hear the dripping of a tap on the vanity and the sound of water spilling onto the floor. I turned and saw the first cubicle floor had water coming from it. Assuming the toilet had clogged I continued towards the back. I heard a shuffle of a noise as a couple of the girls entered the room. I yelled at them to be careful, but they turned. They seem to stare at me for a minute. I stared back only to realise they were staring at something to the right of me. Slowly I turned and came face to face with a figure I couldn't quite recognise. The features distorted in a haze. The thing rushed at me and I hit the tile floor hard. I turned as it passed through the girls and watched as their eyes slowly became dark. Their faces grew menacing as I struggled to get up. I reached for something to pull me up and grabbed onto a cord. Lifting myself up I noticed the cord was a hair straightener which was plugged in. The girls came closer and closer to me, with no means of escape I turned the straightener on and threw it at the group, hoping to hit the water and electrocute them. The hair straightener bounced and landed in the water. Nothing happened. I looked at the powerpoint and the cord had been dislodged and the turned off. I plugged it in quickly and turned the switch on. The room lit up in a blue haze as the girls screamed. I ran quickly, as the screaming had brought the attention of others.The hazy figure seemed to dash in and out of rooms and the house seemed to get darker. I ran through the corridor, feeling them behind me before I ran into someone. I struggled to get away from them as a hand clamped over my mouth and dragged me into a dark supply closet. I breathed heavily, shaking as the hand held hard against my mouth. I could feel someone behind me and I wondered if this would be how I died. I could hear the sound of thumping in the hallway outside. Slowly the sound got more distant until it was a faint echo. The hand dropped and I turned, shining my flash light at the person. The boy looked at me with a sense of relief. He told me he had tried to wake me but I appeared to be dead as I would not wake for anything. He explained he had shaken me and slapped me but I didn't wake and he was afraid that whatever happened to them had happened to me. He leaned forward and opened the door and peered into the corridor. He motioned for me to follow him as we slipped into the darkness. We crept silently through the hallway until we reached the front door. I reached for the handle as a scream shook out across the room. I turned to see the white haze lunge at us. It's impact was cold as ice as it threw me through the front door and onto the front veranda, disappearing into nothing as the sun hit the porch. I breathed heavily, my chest aching from the impact. The boy sat up next to me, his arms covered in dark purple bruises. The man who had led us there walked up to us. He smiled and looked behind him. His people seemed to come up behind him and they watched as he lead us down a dark alley. I don't know why we followed him, perhaps it was from exhaustion, perhaps it was from fear. The alley seemed to be filled with faces of the people in the room. He pointed them out to us as if he was proud. Reaching the end, he smiled once more, then something heavy hit me in the head. Everything went dark.

I awoke in the room with the bunk bed. The boy laying next to me on the bottom bunk. I looked down and I was wearing a long t-shirt which was covered in blood. My head ached and I reached behind to feel blood mattered in my hair. The boy moved slightly but did not wake. I shook him and he opened his eyes. "Fuck" he said. I looked to where he was looking at the white haze stood at the end of the bed. Waiting.

Ghost Hunting

This dream took placed a couple of days back, only I haven't had the time to sit and type it out. Thanks a lot uni. Anyways It's amazing that I have to schedule out time from my waking life, to work with my sleeping-life. This will be shorter than most, mainly because it's not fresh in my mind.

September 13, 2011 : Ghost Hunting
I was standing in my backyard next to a couple of guys. There were unloading equipment from a white van. The placed the large wooden crates on the grass near our back shed until the back of the van was completely empty. Another guy waved from the front seat and drove the car away. The two guys I was left with began to open up the crates to reveal and assortment of electronics and other items I couldn't quite identify except for the fact that they were blurry. Once everything was out, they began to set up cameras and equipment around my backyard. I looked at them and asked why they were doing this. The bigger guy looked at me and said "don't you know, we're here to deal with your infestation problem". I looked confused for a second, and glanced up at the window of the sun-room. I saw something move inside, a quick flicker across my windows and which disappeared into nothing. A heard the sound of footsteps next to me and turned to stare. I noticed that the sunlight was disappearing from the ground and a chill filled the air. I wrapped my jacket around me tight to block out the cold. The younger guy came up to me and handed me a flash light. I walked into the back section of the house, behind the garage to investigate. I couldn't shake the distinct feeling of being watched, even though I knew both the boys were in the upper section of the garden. I moved over to the fence and peered over, remember where the old Lilly Pilly tree used to be. I could still hear the old branch scratching up against the fence and the smell of the fruit fermenting on the lawn in summer, despite the brisk air out. I felt a tug on my leg and turned to peer into the darkness. I couldn't see anything so I headed over to the boys. I walked up onto the cemented area and sat down on the bench facing the grassy area. I heard a child's giggle and looked up. On the balcony of my neighbour's house was a child standing against the railing. The child was pointing into the yard and staring at me. I could see the boy had dark hair and something moving behind him. An Old woman came up behind him and put her arms around him protectively. She stared at me and a scowl crossed her face. The younger guy came up to me and sat down. He told me he felt something strange in the air. I pointed up at the balcony and the younger guy yelled for the older one. The older guy yelled at the child, telling him to get back inside. I noticed something slip between the shadows of the shed and the garden. I got up to walk over there with my flash light and what appeared to be a device in my hand that lit up at certain areas. I walked slowly and steadily over there only to notice a small white box on the ground in front of the shed. Putting the flash light under my arm I picked up the box and began to examine it. The younger guy walked over to me and asked for the box. I moved my fingers around the edges and found a latch and lifted it up. Inside were dozens of little white boxes that seemed to glow slightly, although I wasn't sure if it was just the reflection of the moon. I picked up one of the boxes as the guy grabbed the box from my hand. He looked angry and stormed off back to the older guy who was still fixated on the balcony.

The little white box on my hand began to glow and then float upwards. I noticed it began to slowly unfold itself, floating shoulder height in the dark. I could hear a giggle beside me and looked down to the boy who was on the balcony. He giggled as he tried to jump up and grab at the box. I felt a strange chill in the air and turned to see the old woman behind me. She seemed almost transparent in the moonlight at the edge of my garden. I could hear the two men at the other side of the garden calling me. They were screaming at me. I could feel a cold hand on my shoulder and I could see light hinting over the horizon. The little boy screamed loudly and I looked up to see a black crow swoop over its head. I turned to scream at the lady to help him but she was gone. The crow swooped again, this time hitting the boy and he disappeared into nothing. The bird came at me this time. I reached up and grabbed it. It pulled me along for some distance until it stopped by the back stairs. The guys caught up with me and yelled for me to kill it, stating it was the only way the little boy could be saved. One of them handed me a dagger. I lifted it high in the air, the bird screaming loudly. I looked up to the shed and saw the old woman and the boy. The both seemed pale almost see through the rays of light which were peaking over the rooftop of my house. I brought the knife down hard. A gush of wind stirred up around me. I looked up at the shed again, and they were covered in red and blood. The boy started to cry. The old lady looked disappointed. I looked down, my hands were covered in blood and I couldn't quite shake the feeling something wasn't right. I looked up at the guys. They too seemed transparent and covered in splotches of red. I looked at the bird, its head separated from its body, blood slowly spilling out, and yet the head moved. The eyes looked at me, and the bird once again began to scream loudly. Then I woke up.

Ghost Hunting

I knocked on the wooden door and dropped the bag in my left hand to the ground. A guy opened the door and gave me a grin. “Bring the stuff?” I rolled my eyes and said of course. He picked the bag up and let me in. I flopped down on the couch and put my feet up on the table. Jase walked out from the kitchen area and sat down next to me. He handed me a file which I started to flick through. The other boys took my bag into the back room and started to set up. Jase ran me down on the information, telling me I needed to take the recorder with me and that I wouldn’t be alone during the sessions that everyone would pair up. I rolled my eyes and smiled reassuring Jase that I knew the drill. There was another knock at the door and he got up to open the door. I flicked through the rest of the file and slowly got myself off the lounge to head to the door to see who was there. One of the boys came in carrying a baby. After apologizing numerous times he headed into the spare room and put the baby down to sleep. Jase walked over to me and asked me if I was ready. I tossed the file onto the lounge and grabbed my voice recorder and camera and we headed towards the back room. We went through the kitchen and down the hallway to the right before turning right again into the back room. The room was dark and smelled musty. The walls had panels of wood placed sporadically around the room. The thick curtains were drawn to ensure no light could enter. I sat down on the bed and placed the voice recorder next to me. Holding the camera in my left hand I began to walk around the room. The room itself had an eerie feeling around it. I could feel something in the room besides Jase and myself but unfortunately couldn’t see anything. Jase tapped me on the shoulder and pointed to a picture behind the door. I walked over it, the camera pointed in the direction as we I walked over there. The picture was framed in a strange coloured timber. The image itself was frightening. It appeared to be three or four faces all merged together with three or four different images surrounding it. The picture seemed to distort and change before my eyes, giving off a faint eerie glow. I couldn’t help the feeling of being overwhelmed and overcome with something I could not explain.  The image seemed to warp and move off the canvas. I stood there stunned as a scream broke out from the other side of the house. Jase grabbed my arm and dragged me from the room. Leaving the room it felt as if a heaviness had lifted as I headed in the direction of the scream. Heading into the front room where we started the guy who had brought the baby in sat on the lounge, his head in his hands, shaking back and forth. He seemed to be speaking but I couldn’t understand anything he was saying so I headed off to find the baby. I went back through the kitchen and saw two of my friends sitting on the table. They both had metal bowls on the table and were pulling at something in the middle of the table. The bowl itself seemed to contain something that looked like a cross between shredded paper and shredded bits of a barbecue chicken. I watched them for a minute, the methodical movement back and forth. Then one of them stopped and picked up the bowl. She walked over to the firewood oven and tossed the contents in to the fire. A thick smoke filled the room. She smiled, even though her eyes looked lifeless, and then walked back to the table, sat for a moment and continued. I left the room, feeling an odd chill as I moved to the spare room to find the baby.

Ignoring the camera that was set up to the left of the room, I moved in the darkness in an attempt to find a source of light. I reached out in the darkness in an attempt to stop myself from bumping into anything, not that it helped as I stubbed my foot on the corner of what felt like the bed. My hand grasped at some material and I yanked backwards but nothing happened. Letting go of the fabric I continued to walk in the direction of the slight light peeping from the side of the window sill. I grasped at the thick curtain and again pulled backwards. The moon outside illuminated the room filling it with a white light. I turned to look in the crib and the baby was sleeping soundly in it. I picked the baby up to take outside and turned to face the bed. The boy who had opened the door was sprawled out on the bed. He was covered with a thin white sheet. I reached for the sheet and pulled it down. He was staring out the window unmoving. I waved my hand in front of his face but he didn’t move.  I poked him to get him to stop acting like an idiot, but again he didn’t move. I turned and backed out of the room. Heading back through the kitchen I noticed the smoke was getting thicker and I covered the baby’s face with the blanket as I headed into the main room. Handing the baby to the father I sat down next to Jase and told him what was going on. We walked back into the kitchen. Jase looked at me and asked me if I was going to deal with this. I looked at him and he said “well do you really want another 5000 ghosts tramping their way round this house?”

I walked over to my friends who were still pulling at something in the middle of the table which I couldn’t quite make out through the smoke. Grabbing my friends shoulder I pulled her away from the table as Jase grabbed my other friend. I slapped her hard across the face, waking her from her trance. I asked her what she thought she was doing and she cried that she just wanted to see her dead relatives again. I slapped her again, hard. She started to cry and slumped to the floor. My other friend had a similar reaction as I slapped her hard to wake her from the trance. She kept screaming I wouldn’t understand because I couldn’t see. But I could see. I could make out figures standing in the room, surrounding us. Figures which I knew were actually in this room. I headed for the kitchen cabinet and pulled it open. I threw a bunch of ingredients on the table and told the girls to get to work if they wanted to make it through the night. I watched as they grinded up Rosemary, Garlic and Rock salt together into powder and instructed them to seal all the entrances and exits with a line of the mixture. Jase and I headed to the room with a small wooden bowl of the same mixture. “Ready?” he said with his hand on the knob of the door. I took in a deep breath, nodded and he swung the door open. A sickening smell escaped from the room into the hallway, surrounding everything in a pungent odour that only reminded me of death and blood. Repulsed by the smell I forced myself into the room and pointed to the bed. The boy laid still, the sheet just covering his stomach downwards.  An old lady was standing over him, her hair white and her skin pale. She looked up as we entered the room and brought a finger to her lips. “Shhh” she whispered as she pat his hair, “you’ll wake them up”. “Wake who up?” I said to her, and she stared at me... or was it behind me? I felt someone shift behind me and turned. Jase was standing next to me so it couldn’t be him. The smoke had begun to pour into the room and I could make out figures standing behind me. Turning to tell Jase we had to get out, I noticed there were also figures standing beside him, staring at me. The look on his face told me it was the same behind me. I turned to face the old lady, and more and more figures seemed to appear in the smoke as it began to fill the room. She looked at me and said “told you”. Then I woke up.

Ghost Prison

This dream.. took forever to write out.. So much so, I left some of it out because it was just getting too much. I hate that my brain needs soo much detail and yet I can never quite get the imagery out right. Anyways here we go:

26th Jult 2011: Ghost Prison

I was standing in the backyard of my grandfather’s house. The parents were in the house, sitting around the dining room table, or should I say two dining room tables which were shoved together so all of them could sit around and eat and chat like they usually did. There were three strange guys standing around me, taking photos of everything in the backyard, despite the fact that it was pitch black outside. Over to the left, I could see some of my cousins standing around outside, watching a tv which was showing an event that was happening. It was meant to be a “life changing event” that would be recorded for all of history, but for some reason, I didn’t feel like watching it. Excusing myself, I started towards the back steps. One of the guys grabbed my arm and started going off in some language.  I rolled my eyes and told them, I’d be back I was just going to grab another drink. I lifted the red UDL can in my hand and drowned it quickly to show it was empty. He let go and I walked inside. Everyone seemed to be talking and eating, which didn’t seem that strange for a family gathering. I walked over to the esky and pulled out another two drinks, one green, and one red and then headed towards the bathrooms. I put the drinks on the table and went into the toilet, noticing a strange noise coming from the ceiling. I walked out and into the actual bathroom and washed my hands. Again I heard a strange noise coming from the ceiling. I walked out and pulled open both doors to the linen closet. The noise seemed to get slightly louder. I looked upwards, only to see a panel swing open and my sister’s head pop out. She motioned me to be quiet and to come up. I turned to check no one saw me, grabbed the drinks and climbed up on the shelves of the cupboard and through the panel, which was a tight squeeze. The room I was in looked more like an attic. It was barely lit up and I could just make out shapes. My sister closed the panel behind her and told me not to make too much noise, because everyone would hear it and work out where we had been hiding. I scanned the room and noticed two other people up there, I was pretty sure they were my older cousins. Taking a closer look around the room I noticed stacks all around the room. There was toilet paper, cans of drinks, bottles of drinks, packet of chips and lollies as well as different assorted foods, all grouped throughout the attic. I sat down, and my cousins told me they’d found this place one day after hearing a strange noise and decided to keep it stocked in case they ever got annoyed and needed to go somewhere. I liked that idea, but told them I had to go down to grab my phone.  I climbed down and went into the first bedroom to grab my phone, which for some reason was just sitting on the bed. I walked back to the cupboard, only to see my uncle come back. He had a strange look on his face. I pretended to walk into the bathroom to wash my hands. I could feel him watching me, and then he turned into the second bedroom and closed the door. Quickly I climbed up the ladder, only this time the panel felt tighter. I was trying to squeeze through, and my sister was calling for me to hurry but my foot appeared to be caught on something I couldn’t see. My cousin grabbed my hand and pulled me hard and I squeeze through. He said that the wood had been shifting and it seemed to get tighter and tighter. I asked how we would leave if that was the case and he showed me another latch at the back of the house. I could hear my cousin B yelling my name. I held my breath, hoping he hadn’t seen me while my foot was stuck. Unfortunately he had seen me and yelled for me to come down. I climbed down from the place, sliding the panel back into place and my cousin had a go at me for leaving him outside with the “freaks”.  My other cousins came up behind him (the ones who didn’t know about the attic) and began to ask where I was and ask 3000 questions. I backed up into the family room, where they told the adults what had happened, and they proceeded to kick me out of the house.

 Standing on the balcony, I noticed the wind had picked up and it was raining, hard. The wind pushed the rain inwards and I started to get wet, despite being under cover. I slammed my fist against the door demanding they let me back inside, but the door didn’t open, there were no footsteps, or noise coming from the house. I swore as I wrapped my jacket tighter around me. I headed out into the rain and headed next door where I could hear a tv on faintly. I knocked on the door and it swung open by itself.  I stepped inside, out of the rain. I took off my jacket it and hung it by the door, attempting to dry myself. A lady appeared with a towel and handed it to me. I dried myself off and handed the towel back to her thanking her. She told me to make myself at home, with a strange smile on her face. I headed down the corridor, heading for the noise of the tv. The first door opened into a small bedroom, scarcely furnished.  The window wasn’t open but the curtains seemed to move gently by themselves. I closed the door and headed to the next one. The next door lead to a small dining room with wooden chairs and tables which looked like it hadn’t been used in a long time judging by the dust which covered the face of it. Turning the corner I came to another door. I turned the handle but the door wouldn’t budge. I turned to walk away when I felt something shift behind me. I turned to see an iron fly screen door was standing in its place and the original wooden door was slightly open.  I thought I saw something pass in the door way and I stood there staring at it for a moment. I reached for the door when the lady hurled herself round the corner and screamed no. I instantly dropped my hand, and she grabbed my wrists. She told me I was to never ever, go into that room or open the door. I pulled my arms away and turned away to continue down the corridor. I finally came to the room where I could hear the tv, I pushed the door open and saw a large room furnished only with a black couch, a small tv, a game console and a table filled with leftover packets of chips and such. A boy was slouched on the black couch playing some shooter game on the screen. He motioned to the seat and told me to help myself to anything on the table. I scanned the food but didn’t feel hungry so I sat back. He asked me if I checked out the room yet, I shook my head and told him that the lady had stopped me before I got in. He looked at me for a second and described the lady who had let me in. I nodded, and he paused the game to stare at me. He then grinned at me and said “well, you’re fucked then” I didn’t understand so I got up to walk away when I heard the slam of a door.  I turned and headed in that direction. The iron fly screen banged freely against the frame. As I got closer I noticed the wooden door was wide open. Standing in the door way I grabbed hold of the iron fly screen to stop it crashing against the frame, and stared into a small dark room with only a small window in the far distance. The curtains blew wildly from the wind and I could hear the rain falling outside. In the middle of a room I saw something blurry moving against the darkness. I watched it come closer and closer, becoming more defined with each passing second.  Standing before me was a girl the same height as me. She seemed pale and her blonde hair had been cropped and sat just below her chin. She had icy blue eyes and she gave me a soul chilling smile. I turned and ran out of the house.

Outside the rain had stopped and everything seemed very still. I headed back to my grandparents’ house only to see the door was open. I walked through the house, which was eerily silent and still. All the rooms were dark and no one seemed to be anywhere. I could hear the faint noise of dripping coming from the bathroom.  I had a dreaded feeling in the pit of my stomach and I knew somehow, that everyone was gone and they wouldn’t be coming back. Walking outside a girl was standing on the porch. In her hand she was holding a cat-o-nine tail whip in her hand. Each piece of the whip was red in colour and reminded me of fire. I walked over to her and she told me we had to put “it” back into its prison and she knew she should have put the lady in there too. She walked down the steps of the balcony and threw me up a large stick which was white in colour. I grabbed it and headed down the stairs with her. We walked back into the house, it was dark and cold. I could feel fingertips running down my arms and back, making my hair stand on end. The girl told me to stand in the doorway, in case anything tried to get past her. I stood there, the door opened just enough for me to slip out and slam the door closed if it was needed. I heard a noise, a thud, and then saw the girl come running at me. Behind her I could see the pale girl; she lunged at the girl and disappeared inside her. Next thing I knew, pieces of red filled the room like someone had ripped up a thousand sheets of paper into tiny pieces and thrown them up in the air. I ran out the door, slamming it behind me. Heading back for the balcony I found a large puzzle board sitting on the floor. A guy was leaning over it; he kept telling me I had to block the ghost from entering. He pulled out some salt and laid it over the driveway between the two houses.  Unfortunately this had no effect as the girl walked through it. We closed the door behind us and he kept muttering something about grave dirt, how we needed grave dirt. Confused he pulled out a map of the other house and pointed to the front car port. There, we need to get it there. I looked at the map, and saw the girl crossing the lawn. “How the fuck do you suppose we get there?” I said to him, and he pointed to the back. He handed me what looked like a long screwdriver and told me to go out the back, he’d take care of the rest.  I snuck out the back and over the fence, looking at the map I saw the spot he meant and began picking up dirt off the ground and placing it in a small brown satchel which happened to appear by my side. I saw the boy from the room, he was pointing at something on the ground. I went over there and began putting the dirt from there, a strange mixture of brown, red and grey, into the bag as well. I found a skull and dropped it, and headed back for the house. When I got to the house, it was ice cold inside. The door was wide open and the guy was nowhere to be seen. The puzzle lay on the floor, all the pieces thrown across the room. I dumped the grave dirt onto the ground in front of the door, hoping it would keep the girl out. I could feel something behind me, turning I saw the outline of the guy who was helping me. He kept pointing at the puzzle and the dirt, confused I picked up the puzzle board and looked closely at it. The puzzle was more like the image of the events currently occurring. I could see a little me, kneeling looking at it, and the flickering image of the guy behind me. I could see puzzle pieces everywhere and the ghost girl moving around outside on the lawn. I began picking up the pieces and putting them back into place, with each bit, the girl seemed to slow down, however I wasn’t fast enough. I ran to the door and slammed it as she approached. I searched through the chairs but couldn’t find the piece. Suddenly the door began to shake. I could hear pounding on it, I kept looking. Nothing still. The door shook harder; I waited for it to burst from the frame. Then the girl passed through the door. The same chilling grin on her face, and in her palm, was the final puzzle piece. I remember looking into her ice blue hands and she plunged them into my chest. Then I woke up.

Movie Massacre

I flopped down on the pull out arm chair, and pulled the lever back to release the foot rest. I shifted in the seat until I was in a more comfortable position between two pillows and then looked over at J who was trying to pick a movie to watch. S was lying on the lounge, a bowl of popcorn in her hands. 'Just pick something' she said to J who was still trying to decide between two dvds. He finally decided and slid the dvd into the dvd player. He grabbed the remote off the top and flopped onto the couch, missing S's feet by on a bit but with enough force to send some popcorn flying across the room onto the floor. S got up and switched the lights off, then laid back onto the couch. J pressed play on the remote. The movie began. I reached over and grabbed a hand full of popcorn, and ate them on at a time as the opening credits ran. "So what did you decide on?" I asked. "twilight zone", he said. 'I felt like something creepy". I laughed and said "so you decided on twilight zone?” He laughed and said "just watch it". The movie started with a guy standing in a lab. He was playing with some chemicals, when a (for lack of a better word) ghost like creature appeared behind him.  I pushed into him and you could see the imprints of the ghost on his skin. It began pushing outwards, stretching his skin outwards away from him. He screamed in agony and I felt a wave of nausea watching the movie. Then the guy appeared fine. He had a strange look on his eye as he walked out of the lab. His assistant was sitting at the computer typing notes. He walked up behind her, she didn't seem to notice, and then he went translucent and went into her, doing the same thing that was done to him, stretching her skin as if he was trying to break out of her. Except she didn't seem fine at the end. Instead he managed to break through the skin and splattered blood across the room. I got up, feeling a bit grossed out to go grab a drink of water. I asked S and J if they wanted anything, and J asked for the chocolate from the cabinet in the kitchen. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a glass of coke from the fridge. I turned to the cabinet and reached for it. The door swung open quickly by itself. I jumped back for a second, then composed myself, grabbed the chocolate off the top shelf, closed the door and headed back inside. I tossed the chocolate across the room at J. I asked him if the door of the cabinet ever opened by itself. He laughed and said he was surprised I could even open it since it always got stuck and he had to yank it really hard. Weird I thought. I leaned back in my chair to peer into the kitchen. I could see the cabinet from where I was sitting. It slowly opened itself again. I turned my attention back to the movie, telling J that the cabinet was opening itself again. He got up and walked towards it, but it was closed. I laughed it off and said I was trying to scare him, even though it had happened. I leaned back in my chair, watching the ghost in the movie rip through a new person. I began to wonder if this movie even had a plot other than gore and ripping people apart. The scene flickered to a house where a girl with dark hair was thrown on the floor as the guy came closer. He seemed to get darker in feel with each person he ripped apart. He reached for her, and I closed my eyes not really wanting to see another splatter fest. 'That was close' I heard next to me. I opened my eyes and turned to my right. On the arm of the chair the girl from the movie was sitting next to me. She smiled at me and said "thanks for getting me out of there. I hate that bit". I looked at her confused when the dvd just went black. It stopped playing. "Fuck" said J as he switched the lights on and went over to the dvd player. He took the dvd out, cleaned it and put it back in. Again it wouldn't play. Frustrated he decided we should head over to the main house for dinner.

I got up, and the movie girl followed me. We walked through the door into a dark backyard. For some reason, I couldn't find my shoes and we started looking for it in the backyard. I headed down towards the corner and found two different shoes, one left, one right, both my sides but opposites. One was blue and the other was black. We continued to look around the old tree. J and S had disappeared down the side of the house and I couldn't see them in the garden. I could hear the tree creaking and a strange wind seemed to be blowing through the tree... but only that tree since nothing else in the garden was moving and I couldn't feel anything. The girl from the movie came up to me and whispered that we should really go inside since she had a bad feeling, similar to the one she felt in the movie. We moved away from the tree, a strange cry seemed to course through the air and we ran for the house. We walked inside and it was warm. The dining room was dimly lit with candles and I could hear the TV in the background. The lady inside the house asked me to go into the front room and ask the guy in the front to come to the table, dinner was almost ready. I walked into the front room. The TV was playing the same movie, with another girl standing in a park as the man dove into her skin from behind her. Her clothes seemed to stretch forward as he pushed through her. She screamed as her clothes stretched further and further in front of her, revealing the impression of his face. Then instead of bursting through, it appeared to be sucked back inside. The shot panned upwards to her face. I was staring at my own face in the movie. Movie me smiled and pointed behind me then the screen went black. I turned around, nothing was there. I told the guy watching the movie dinner was almost ready. We headed to the table and sat down. There was a lot of food on the table, and the candles seemed to just light up enough of the room to make out people's faces. The movie girl sat next to me as everyone began to eat. There were two seats spare for J and S who would "be along shortly" according to the lady who had been cooking. Everyone started eating when the guy next to me started to make a big deal about having to sit next to me. I flashed him an angry look, as he started complaining about how it women should eat the left overs, and that we were all dumb. He continued on and on and I chose to ignore it, until he began to shove me every time he made a point. I started getting mad, but tried to keep it under control until he shoved me hard, almost pushing me off the chair. I screamed at him that I had two degrees and I was smarter than he would ever be, considering that all he did was sit on his butt and watch TV while his wife went out and made the money since he was inadequate. He looked shocked at me for a second then grabbed my hand and the steak knife off the table. His face went red as he called me a "bitch" and he'd teach me a lesson. Red flashed in front of my eyes for a second, then he began to scream. I watched as something stretched through him, bursting through his skin. I saw the impression of a girl's face that looked quite a bit like mine, but slightly different. Suddenly the whole room was screaming and blood began to splatter onto the walls. I closed my eyes, and curled up into a ball to avoid seeing it all. The screaming began to die down until all I could hear was the flicker of the candles. I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked up to see the girl from the movie. 'Did you have to do that? Now we have to clean this up and leave here... I was starting to like this place to. Tell me you still have you fake passport". I looked at her confused for a second. She sighed and said "don't pretend you don't know what's going on. This happens every time and now we have to start all over again." I looked to the door to S and J walking up the steps. I pointed it out to her, she looked at me and said “so are we going to run or are you going to take care of them as well? Whats two more bodies considering the mess you've made?" I wasn't sure what to do, but I heard the door click as they turned the handle. Then I woke up.

Ghost Hunters and Keanu Reeves is a Vampire

So since I haven't had the time to update in a while, I decided that you guys deserve not one new dream, but two... So here they are, fresh from last night. The second is a little more of a snippet... since I don't remember all the details.. but here we go:

13th June 2011 Ghost Hunters 2

I was walking around a house feeling a little out of it because there were strange things happening. I could hear faint whispers of words and objects that would shit slightly in the corner of my eye. I noticed I was holding a tape recorder and a video camera, and realised I must have been trying to look for something. I went room to room, and then finally giving it, I walked outside. I stood outside, waiting for the guys from Ghost hunters to finish up inside. I put my tape player and camera in the van and sat down at the computer to clean the files up on the system since it was a mess. Eventually they came out, and we packed the vans up. I was supposed to go with one of the guys to another place, just to make sure everything was working, not to actually do anything. I decided alright and hopped into the car with him. We drove for a while. I stared out of the window into the darkness, watching the houses pass. After a while we came to a school and we both got out. The school had an eerie feeling to it, but it wasn't completely dark. The guy looked over at me and said we were there to catch evidence of people hearing a scream at night, and to find out why it was there. I had a look around, and had the feeling I was being watched. We grabbed out some cameras and equipment and started walking around the school. Sure enough, only minutes after we started there was a scream.

We started heading towards it and ended up in a large quad, there were buildings on all four sides except only one of them had a stair case. We started to climb it, the first floor had a small room off to the right with a large oval white table and chairs scattered around it. I took this to be a conference or group room to discuss things. I went up another floor and was shocked to see a girl sitting in the corner. Her skin was a blue-grey, and her hair looked like it had been ripped out, with only a few bits and pieces remaining. She was rocking back and forth, muttering to herself, I couldn't quite make out the words. I looked at the guy next to me, and he nodded. I walked over to her, and knelt down. I tried to speak to her, but nothing seemed to come out. She turned, her eyes looking through me and grabbed my hand. I felt like I was seeing her memory, of something that had happened. She was sitting in the same place as before, this time with three other girls. They were all laughing and talking when suddenly, a wind swept up. I watched as the girl, seemed to go off into a state, then she looked at her friend, touched her on the arm, something seemed to pass between them, as she took a run and jumped off the balcony. Then I saw the other girl turn, her eyes in a similar dazed state. She touched one of the other girls, again I felt something transpire as she started running towards the balcony, and again, dived head first off it. The third girl stood for a moment, as if fighting something inside, I reacted this time, I ran at her, knocking her out of the way from the running, only to wake up on the floor in front of the guy. He helped me up and asked me what I saw... except I turned and standing before us was the four girls. The guy looked shocked for a moment, and then in a flash, they disappeared and it was daylight out. We turned and walked down; in the conference room the four girls were sitting discussing a paper, like nothing had happened. One of them looked up and gave me a smile when we walked down the stair case. A few boys were in the room talking to them, and one of them came up to me and handed me a piece of paper to "Read later". We left the place, feeling strange. We headed to the car and drove to the front gate, where the keeper let us out. I asked him about the guys and girls inside the school and he assured me that nobody had been in the school or wanted to be in there. Weird I thought.

We ended up at my cousin’s house, and I opened the front door. We walked up the white carpeted stairs to find the other guy. He was in the shower and said he'd be out in a bit to review what we had found. I walked into the bedroom at the end of the hall. The room was quite large, with white carpet floors and a large panel of windows which took up the far side of the room. There was a huge TV at the end of the room with a DVD player and some DVDs, one of which was Fantasia which for some reason caught my eye. I looked out the window, and noticed that every second house had identical pools in it, with crystal blue waters. My mum was standing out in one of the houses, holding a hose and filling up the pool. Two houses down, another man was standing there, doing the same thing. It seemed eerie. The ghost hunters guys came into the room and told me they didn't have time to go over the stuff since they had a press conference and they'd do it later. I sat down on the couch which had just appeared in the room. I was sitting there frustrated and toying with a piece of paper in my hand. I remembered the boy telling me to read it later. It was folded into quarters. I opened unfolded the first bit to see the name "Marisa" written over and over and over again in what looked like a child’s hand writing. Somehow I linked the name to the first girl who had jumped off the balcony. I unfolded the page again and the writing continued. I thought it was weird, to see the writing over and over again... then I turned the page over. Drawn on the page were a pair of eyes that looked so life like, they scared me, there was writing underneath that read "it wasn't her". Scared I quickly folded up the piece of paper since it felt like the eyes were watching me. I ran down the stair case and out the front to give the boys the note, to show them what I had. I couldn't quite get close enough due to the people hanging around. I saw the girl, out of the corner of my eye and she disappeared into the crowd. I tried to chase after her but couldn't get through. I finally reached the guys and thrusted the note into their hand. They opened it and again were taken back by the eyes... which seemed to appear, and then disappear from the page. We sat in silence for a second, and then heard a scream. Looking up, one of the reporters from the crowd had jumped off the balcony. There was a loud, sickening crack as she hit the floor. I looked up at the balcony, the girl I saved was standing there. She had a smile on her face and she turned to look at me. Her eyes were just like the ones on the page. She flashed another grin at us, waved and then disappeared into nothing.

13th June, 2011 Keanu Reeves is a Vampire

I was standing next to Keanu Reeves, who happened to be a vampire in this dream. We were walking along an alley way, heading towards a place when we were attacked by other vampires. I fended a few off, while he took them out, shoving a stake through their hearts from a piece of broken wood that was lying on the floor. He seemed pleased with himself when a woman appears. She had long black hair and red fingernails. She smiled at him, and asked him how he'd like to be able to walk in daylight for a while, and to eat food and be human. He agreed. She drew from behind her a jug which she held in front of him. She said a few words and something that looked like his spirit poured from his eyes and mouth into the jug. It appeared liquidy in form, and she smiled and told him he had a day to go enjoy himself. She'd take care of the Jug. He started heading out of the alley, telling me to come with him, but for some reason I didn't trust the lady and I followed her. She walked into a tent and I walked in after all, she handed the jug to a guy and told him to figure it out. I watched as the guy tried to drink from the jug. He seemed to go pale first, taking on the appearance of a vampire, but soon after, he seemed to go white, almost death-like. He seemed to lose his energy and became sluggish. Then he stopped moving all together. The lady took the jug from his hand, only murmuring the words interesting when the jug glowed red and shot from her hands into mine. I grabbed the jug and ran out of the tent. She followed closely behind me. I ran through the alley and started to look for him. He was heading towards me, he appeared weak and his eyes had taken on a grey glassy finish. I passed him the jug and he drank from it and headed down to find the lady to finish her off. I was standing there, and I began to feel strange. I felt like the air was thick and the world was spinning. I looked down at my hands and where I had been holding the jug on either side were burn marks.  They seemed to get darker and darker, and deeper and deeper. I stood there, for a long time, just watching them develop on my hand, seeming to go deeper into nothing. The Keanu Reeves vampire came up and shook me, waking me from the trance. He dragged me through a small door way and I landed face first in a field. It was dark out and the sky was littered with stars. I sat down next to him, feeling the cool breeze on my skin. I felt strange. Almost different. And he looked at me and smiled and said "don't worry, you'll wake up soon, before the next part happens" I smiled and said, "next bit is bad huh?" And he said "bad enough you need to wake up first"

My Own Supernatural Episode

Every so often, I have a dream that kind of resembles a tv show and then I spend the next few days wondering if I do in fact watch too much tv. The chances are yes, I do watch too much tv, but I figure its my down time and if I want to spend that being entertained by somewhat good looking people, doing whatever, I deserve to. That said, this episode resembles kind of a Supernatural episode because the boys are in it... Although it probably has more plot holes and no reasoning.

12th May, 2011 : My Supernatural episode

I was standing outside an old two story house. The paint had faded and the house looked like nobody had bothered to take care of it in a long time. While standing out there, two boys came up behind me ( Think the Winchesters from TV’s supernatural, and no I wasn't watching it before bed, I was watching Lilo and Stitch). They started looking at the house and I was getting a weird vibe from it so we decided to go around the back. In the backyard were a few children running around at what could have been a children's birthday party if there were decorations. A little girl was sitting on the back step, staring at the children and I went up to her and asked her why she wasn't playing with the others. She looked at me and said "I have to stay here in case he gets hungry". I thought for a second then said "in case who gets hungry?" She said "the man in the house". I asked her "what does he eat?" and she held up a bloody stump. She smiled at me and said, "He likes the fingers the best but he doesn't like to waste anything". I was shocked and the boys were angry, so we told all the kids they had to leave and went into the house. The house was dark and had heaviness to it. There was dust on everything and it didn't look like a single person had been in it for a long time. I started towards the stair case and walked slow up. The boys followed, and then I stopped. I felt something strange, like a presence even though there was nothing. There was the faint sound of a baby crying in the distance. The boys moved past me and up the stairs. I could see the silhouette of an old man standing in the corner, a baby in his arms and what I imagine was blood dripping from his lips. The boys started towards him but he disappeared into the room on the right, when we got there, there was nothing. The boys said we had to burn the house down and I agreed. I moved downstairs while they poured petrol down the stairs and through the bottom room. I said they had to do the rooms upstairs, but they didn't think so and lit a match as they walked out. In the lounge room, which was right near the door, I saw a woman with deep red hair. She was standing there staring at me.  I yelled to her she had to get out when she came running at me. She grabbed at my arms and scratched them. The force of her impact knocked us both to the grown and she placed both hands on either side of my face and slammed my head down hard. Things went blurry as I kicked upwards hard and grabbed at her wrist to stop her scratching my face. I pushed her hard, rolled over and scrambled out the door while the bottom floor went up in flames. She stood at the door, flames around her, watching me. The boys stood on either side of us when one of them said "that should do it?" I asked if they were sure, and they said yes, when a girl (resembling Amy Acker) showed up behind me and said, "he's still in there" I turned to ask her who, and she said "the baby". In my hand I noticed a piece of glass, which she took from me and twister. The red head in the house twisted in agony. She said we needed to get something from one of the cities to kill the old man and save the ghost baby. We got into the car and started heading up the road, I was clutching the twisted glass in my hand when a brown chestnut horse passed us. I looked at them and said "you saw that right?" and they just nodded... the trip was relatively silent.

We came to a bridge (think the one in San Francisco) and we started to go through it. The car felt strange for a second. We came to a stop as the bridge began to lift up to let a ship go pass. The car then disappeared from around us and we were clutching onto nets, holding on for dear life, as what was below us, was nothing but black. The bridge continued to go up until it was completely straight, and we continued to hang there. I could feel myself growing tired, and the shouts not to let go, when the netting itself disappeared and we fell. It seemed like forever we felt until we landed in water. Coming up for air I noticed a large thin piece of metal on the edge, which we all climbed up onto. "Now what?" I said... one of the boys looked at me and said "first we need to get those things off you, and then we've got to find a way out of here". "What things?" I said, and looked down at myself. I was covered in... Tiny crabs only they were translucent. He began throwing them off me as I whacked hard at my arm, feeling tiny pin pricks, which I assume was them biting me. "Get them off" I yelled as I noticed they all had the same things. I hit harder and harder at my arms. They started crawling over my face until I couldn't see, but I could feel everyone around me.

Then I was standing outside the house again, it was half burned out. I clutched the piece of glass in my hand until blood trickled down. The boys were next to me, they asked me if I was ready... I walked into the house, right up to the old guy. I grabbed the baby from him, only when I looked down there was nothing there. The boys began to pour petrol everywhere along the top floor. They then grabbed out some strange powder and started spreading it throughout the house. The old guy was pissed off, he threw the baby aside and came at us, only he disappeared before he reached us. The guy who resembled Sam lit the match and threw it on the floor. The fire spread quickly, and the stairs were burned out, so they grabbed me and threw me through a window. I landed hard on the floor, they landed next to me, and we watched as the house went up in flames. In the top window I could see the old guy, I could see the red haired girl and the baby. They were just watching us, the fire wrapped around them, but they just stood, watching.

Killer

This dream was from last night.. or early this morning.. Probably early this morning since we all know I don't end up in bed til after midnight... I've got no words for it really it just is...

12th April, 2011 : Killer
I was walking along the beach, just enjoying the night air when I got to this small village. The people in there seemed friendly enough. They were growing their own food and making their own things, they had little huts made of wood, which should have seemed strange, but it wasn't. I started talking to one of the ladies who was telling me they were waiting for the god to possess one of their own to tell them what to do next. She said the candidates were sitting up on the hill waiting. I was curious so I wandered up there, through the trees that had somehow appeared. It was dark out, and I could barely see more than a little in front of me as I followed the old dust path up to the top. Three men were lying on stone benches. The stared lifelessly at the moon rising. I watched them closely, they didn't move. It was almost like they were dead. There was a strange feeling in the air, and the wind seemed to just breeze past teasingly, like something moving slightly behind me, then in front as I turned to view it. I could feel hands through my hair, but there was nothing. Just me standing on top surrounded by stone benches. One of the men jerked suddenly, he grabbed my arm, his eyes lifeless as he screamed "run" at me. I took off, heading back down the path, I could see the men rising behind me, and I decided to weave my way through the trees, hoping to lose them. I could hear people behind me, getting closer and closer. I weaved in and out of trees, hearing the sounds of foodsteps behind me. A voice drifted through the air "this way" it whispered. I turned and looked into the tunnel. "this way" it whispered again... I took one look behind me, ran into the darkness and nothing.

I opened my eyes slowly, they hurt. The sun beamed down, i struggled to see as I rolled over. I was lying in a clearing. I looked down at my clothes, the jeans were dirty and places had rips on them. I slowly got up, my body acheing. I stumbled my way back to the path and headed down to the village. When I got there, everything was quiet. The wooden huts appeared to be fallen over. I walked up to a girl and asked what happened, she looked up at me through tears and walked away. I headed towards the middle of town, only to see a large amount of people gathered, whispering to each other. I made my way through the crowd to see the man who told me to run, butchered on the floor. He's eyes looked through me. Someone grabbed me and threw me to the ground, screaming it was my fault. I kicked them, hard, and got up, It wasn't my fault. I didn't do anything I screamed.

Night began to fall and I noticed people were "investigating" the death. I followed the investigators down through the beach and into a cemetery. In the cemetery I found the other two men, lying on the floor, their hearts ripped out.  I wandered through the cemetery, wondering why this was a good idea at night, only to be stopped by a little boy. He looked me in the eye, his eyes dark with no whites and asked if I knew yet. I didn't know what he was talking about. I followed the child through the graveyard, until I came back to the top of the hill. The benches were bare this time.. I felt the wind pick up again. I looked down at the water wondering what was going on. I could feel something wrapping around me. I felt a cold hand throw me down onto the bench. I could see something misty above me just hovering. Then I felt something rip through me. Tears welled in my eyes as the pain coursed through my body. Above me, a ghostly impression of myself appeared in the mist. It smiled at me, then disappeared into the night sky. I closed my eyes. When I opened them again, I was lying on a beach. A man sat next to me, asking if I was ready for the next target. I smiled, dropping a photo on the ground. "Of course darling" I said, as I walked away. I turned to see the photo of the three men on the bench float out to sea. I closed my eyes, felt the sun on my skin. I felt the man's hand close around mine as he gave me another photo. This time of three girls, all smiling, their faces marked with an X.

Murderer

Since I have had soo much stuff going on... it's time for another old dream.... As you can tell there was a long period where I just didn't have the time... or maybe the want to record my dreams.... I've had a couple lately, nothing that I can really write down in words since its all feelings so far... lets hope we have something new soon huh?

This is from last year, on the 7th of October, 2010


I was sitting in my room talking to someone who looked like HT. We were just talking when there was a loud thump on my door. For some reason, I knew I shouldn't open the door. Something was off about it. I could see a man through my window and he kept knocking on the door, then the windows, loudly. It felt like he was trying to break in or he was angry about something. He kept hitting the door again and again and again. He was started to scare me so I handed HT one of the swords in my room, unsheathing it and showing him it. I picked up my bayonette and watched the door. I could feel the wood wanting to give way as the man hit the door again and again, louder and louder until the door swung open and I swung my sword. I cut the man's hand, I could hear him swear under his breath as the door came to a stop, wide open. He was holding a gun and pointing it at me. HT lunged at the guy and tackled him onto the front porch, the gun dropping form his hand. I walked over and picked up the gun and I shot the guy in the head. I shot him again and again and again and I couldn't stop, I wasn't sure why. Ht came over and took the gun away from me, telling me it was okay. There was blood everywhere, I could hear the man groaning and I wanted to shoot him again to put him out of his misery. I could see bits of his brain where the bullet had gone through his skull. I suddenly had this strange sinking feeling. I watched him and noticed  he was looking up above me, he looked scared. I turned and above the house, hanging in a tree was a woman in a white wedding dress. She was hanging there, her skin pale and dead. The wedding dress flapped in the wind then flew off and landed on top of me. I struggled to get out of it, wanting to rip it off me.

When it finally came off I found myself sitting on a train. My friend is next to me talking to me, and then talking to the spot opposite me where a person was suppose to be, but there was nothign there. She told me it was rude not to talk to our friend sitting there, even though I couldn't see anyone. She kept saying you see her right? So I started talking to the spot too and slowly a girl faded into the scene. She was wearing a pink shirt and white shorts, thats all I could remember of her. SHe was talking to both of us for a bit, and the she looked at me.. or right through me and said "we have to trade now". I didn't understand what she meant, but I looked around the train and I noticed.. people seeemd to be swapping bodies. I could see it in their eyes. Then I looked and realised I was looking at myself. I looked down and I was wearing a pink shirt and a white shorts. I didn't understand how it had happened. The other me.. or my body started to say something when HT came up... only he was in a different body. He sat down next to me, putting his arm across my shoulder and said "it's just starting". then I woke up to my alarm