
Originally Posted by
The Meme-er
Well, that would've scared me...
So, back when I was five, I had crazy dreams. Multiple of which had to do with an endless pit opening under me while my parents forgot about me or stepped on my fingers to make me drop.
OR then to be more specific, I had a time when I woke up on the couch, where I usually slept. I was in third person, which I thought was wierd, but I continued to my mom's room. When I got there, there was a giant octopus alien thing. I tried to run away, but the door was locked behind me. It ate my toys, which made me close up on my eyes and start to cry. I was obsessed with toys at the time. Nobody else was in the house. I seemed to back through the door when I tried to get out. I fell and fell until I landed right outside the door. None of the tables were there as usual, and it was silent. There was wood nailed to the TV, so I walked outside to find my family.
Now, at the time, I thought that if the world was upside down and I was there, I would fall into space.
The sky was red, and lightning was striking. All the houses were upside-down except for mine. I dashed to the local park extremely fast. Also, all of the grass was covered in blue fire. But it didn't hurt anyone. People were running around screaming.
At the park, my mom was sitting on a bench. She was wearing lacy clothes, which was unlike her. She was perfectly peaceful, reading a book. The big jungle gym was on fire and I felt a little lighter, which meant to me that the world was almost upside down. I tried to get my mom to save me, but she fell over onto the ground without saying anything. she turned green and bared daggery teeth at me, like a zombie-werewolf. I ran away, crying and screaming toward a podium that was slightly out of the ground and had a roof. I figured I would be safe there.
After getting on, everything except for the people and the podium fell into the sky. Suddenly, all of my family in the same state of my mom were scratching at the sides of the podium, but they couldn't get on. Then, the sky pulled us up. I felt like my clothes were on fire, and then I woke up face down on the floor. I screamed and cried for an hour before I could calm down.
Seriously, while I was five. Torture. My mind is way too morbid.
Also, I feel like I was a little too detailed there. I always remember things I don't want to.
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