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OK…. so I thought that the freaky dream I had was the end of it… nope…. I had another even FREAKIER dream this morning… Luke told me that it takes like 3 hours for your body to get to the stage where it can sleep and dream detailed dreams… Well… This was during a 2 hour nap…. so figure THAT one out… and while you’re doing that, hold on to your butts, cuz this one is flat out psycho nightmare:

I awake in my room from this noise during the night… (not really, I was dreaming that I awoke.)  I knew what the noise was… I was scared to death of it…. See… I was in a haunted room… This “noise” was actually the spirit of a little girl who died years ago…. Her name was Anna (Not related to Anna for the record).  This “noise” was a crash followed by a really cold wind… So all of a sudden I’m paralyzed with fear.  Then the room is different… I’m standing now in what appears to be a cell block…. yet… the room is a cube with deep red walls and a bare concrete floor… One wall is missing and all I can see is a black open space… too dark to see details out there.  I’m hearing some distant chanting…. I can’t make out what they’re saying, but it sounds evil and it’s coming from that dark direction…. I’m scared that I’ll get caught…. ….. caught with what???  I don’t know… I feel like I own something that if “they” see, I’ll be in trouble… So I grab this keyboard which is the only object in the room, and I start to highlight the floor by holding down shift and hitting the page-down key…. Words appear on the floor as if it is a monitor…. THIS is what I was hiding… isn’t it?  What does it say?  I can’t make it out… (Dreaming is a function of the right brain while the left brain is responsible for numbers and letters…. so logically I can’t read this…)  I can’t read it, but I think it says something along the lines of, “They’re coming… beware… You know what you’ve done and they’re going to kill you for it…”  Really freaky stuff like that… Right when I read it, I delete it instantly and the chanting gets louder….

I awake in my bed again…. my normal bedroom… not the cell-like cube…  A car outside my window closes their door and the loud noise wakes me up.  I climb out of bed and look out the window (which now I’m not only on the first floor, but the ground is level with the window sill.)  The car was a pastel green beater car…. It sped off with 4 guys in it… I recognized one of them as a guy on my floor that doesn’t like me too well (I busted him for alcohol possession one time).  Now my bed had moved… it was in front of my window and lofted so it blocked the top half of my view… They left stuff outside my window.  Fireworks…. lots of them…. and an M-80 was right next to the glass and lit…. only the fuse wasn’t burning like a regular fuse, rather it was a fire like a candle wick…. I remember thinking, “Oh crap… that’s gonna explode, break my window, and set off the fire alarm!”  But in no hurry at all, I put on my coat and walked into the hall… I thought, “I should get my pillow and put it on the window to soften the glass explosion, but before I could act the fire alarm started going off and I knew that it had to have exploded… I never heard it… I peeked back into my room and saw glass EVERYWHERE… but then remembered that I wasn’t wearing shoes.  I had to tip-toe across broken glass to get them.  I then grabbed my cell phone and called 911.  I asked if this was the campus 911 line or the city 911 line… it was the campus line so I told them that Offenhauer was on fire… (Yet… it wasn’t…)

Now I am standing in the middle of the lobby… only …. this isn’t our lobby…. It was in my dream though!  The fire alarm is still going off and I’m trying to get people to leave the building.  I’m watching them all evacuate.  The walls are blue and the floor is white… I have two stairways on the sides of me… one on the left and one on the right… they both go down, turn, and meet in the middle of the room… to make one big stairway… On the level that I’m on, I see five black guys come out and start laughing and talking…. I’m like… “Can’t you see there is a fire alarm going off?”  They said, “Yeah….”  I’m like… “THEN LEAVE!  GET OUT!”  Finally I push them towards the stairs and they leave… I see some other friends leaving on the stairway… they’re on the middle part where the two stair cases combine…. Matt, Emily, and Megan… They wave and laugh at me for having to stay… then my sister Sarah is standing behind me.  She has three friends with her… they’re all laughing and talking… The fire alarm had stopped going off, but the people were still supposed to be evacuating… I asked her why she was still there and she said, “Cuz, we’re talking!”  Then she introduced me to her friends… The one (I can’t remember her name now) held out her hand to shake mine, and it was all crippled…. the four fingers were curled under and looked seared together like in a horrible fire….  I told them they had to leave the building because there was a fire alarm and my sister kept telling me they didn’t have to…. The police were there now and I told Sarah that if she DIDN’T leave that I’d have the police arrest her… (heh heh heh…)  She left.

I awake again in my bed… in its normal place.  I’m on the 5th floor again.  I think to myself that it must be about 11:30am.  I went to sleep at 10:30am and I woke up randomly… But it was dark out!  I checked my clock… I was right about the time, only… it was dark out!  The sun was gone!  I felt scared again.  I was being watched.  I climb down from my bed and looked into the hallway… all the lights are off and it is pitch black… (In reality those lights NEVER shut off.)  I’m too scared to open the door so I try to turn on my lights… dead.  Is the electricity out?  The only light in my room is coming from my cell-phone’s blinking power light.  I check my computer and it’s on… we have electricity… but… the screen…. the desktop is blank with one icon on the lower left side…. It says “My computer” but the last word is smeared up and to the right like ink that had been smudged…. I climbed back in bed and covered up… something was coming…. Then it hit me.  It wasn’t something… it was someone… Anna.  The evil spirit took me and I started foaming at the mouth… I clinched my fists on the bed and struggled to keep my focus on what was happening.  I could taste bile and stomach acid and I had to fight….. I had to resist it… I started talking uncontrollably in some strange language… Then I forced myself to yell out, “JESUS CHRIST PROTECT ME!”  It stopped.  The lights came on.  I was standing in my room…. No fear.  I had a full length mirror on a dresser on one side of my room…. I was looking into it and saw a picture behind me on a wardrobe.  It was a painted portrait of Anna as a child….  She didn’t look that strange… I turned around to face it directly instead of its reflection and I remember it startled me… I don’t know why… but it did…. Then, I told her that I forgave her…. that I wasn’t mad at her… that I understood her situation (whatever THAT was)…. I felt the question of “why?”  I said, “God forgave me…. He loves you…. He asks me to do the same.”  The room was crowded with furniture like I was moving…  I walked to the door to leave and when I opened it…

I saw a hallway ver different than what I’m used to.  This looked like a movie set.  Construction zone even… boards and random hardware setting around… I start walking down the hall and realize it is being set up for a haunted house!  Then, I see my mom.  Yes… my mom.  She’s working on a drill press….. HAHAHA… anyway.  She’s rigging up a drill press to look like it is drilling a guys teeth mercilessly when in reality you just put your fingernail on it and it sparks…. She flips it over and shows me how it works… She says, “It’s not like it’s jaw locking or anything, you can still talk while you’re on it.”  Then I started telling her about the Anna haunting… She is listening, but keeps working on other stuff… she’s stuffing these hallogen floor lamps into bases of foam rubber…. …. why?  I have no freakin clue… but I keep telling her about the incident… then she just says, “Ok.”

Now I’m in my car driving.  I’m trying to find Sarah (my girlfriend, not sister) desperately to tell her all of what happened.  I get on the expressway and am going like 65mph… I make a phone call on my cell to her cell and her dad answers it…. That means she left her cell at home…. 3 hours away… crap!  The only funny thing is… her dad won’t talk… he just answers and says, “Hello?” and I say “Hi… this is Brent….”  I hear clicking like the phone is set down…. and keeps being moved… “Hello?” I ask…. more static and clicking…. I hang up and realize… I’m on the wrong highway!  This will take me to Detroit not Bowling Green!  I see a sign ahead, “Speed Limit 32mph.”  32?  Yeah… odd number eh?  ANYway, there were some steep curves in the expressway and the speed limit was 32mph.  I remember there being some glass building on the outside of the curve…

THEN, I wake up for real.  It’s over.  Now was that crazy or what?  What’s fun about that dream, besides the scare-my-outta-my-wits parts of it, is that I can specifically point out events and stuff that were pooled together by my freaky butt brain to make it…   yeah… I rarely dream, but when I do…. I’m messed up!  ::sigh:: oh well…. hopefully I’ll get a PEACEFUL night’s rest tonight…. no more waking up creeped out stuff…. Or dreaming to wake up… again and again….

On a total side note:  CedarCreek has a new web page… it’s being refresed on all the routers this week and should be up for everyone by the end of the week… It’s a lot more functional… more events listed, more content… etc.  BEST OF ALL, I don’t have to update it all the time now!    It’s sustained by other people!!!    ok… I gotta go do productive stuff now…. It’s date night tonight with Sarah and I have laundry to do, homework to finish, and slides to make….

Mood:  Creeped out from rememberring all that psychotic stuff