Friday, December 28, 2012

28/12/12

Horror on it's best... or worst. It depends on your point of view. That scared the living shit out of me. It was horrible!

I was in a city with my brother. We met a girl, she was pretty, my brother started to talk with her. It seemed they like eachother. I was a little bit envy. When my brother left, I was talking with the girl and we went away. We were walking in the town. I realised, she is a little bit weird. He was some kind of artist, he shown me some really cool sculpture he made. The weird side was, she was talking about murders, in a creepy way. We went to a construction area, she was talking with a man (35-40 year old I think).
They were searching for a knife, I found it. It didn't look like a knife. I gave it to the girl. Later, as she talked more about murders, I left her without a word. I ran, and I entered a building. There was a presentation there, I didn't want to interrupt it. I just wanted to talk with an inspector who looked like Nathan Fillion (Castle?)
I... (the feeling caught me for a second as I write this down) So said I found her! The murderer! I'm almost 100% sure, she is the killer. We were walking to the border of the city as we discussed the case, I was talking about the girl as much as I know. We stopped... we were a car went in front of us. I looked back for a second as I watched the car, and as I looked back, the girl was in front of me. SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME, she was different, very weird, evil smile on her face. I... I was paralysed for a little, then I started to run! I'm fast in real life, as fast I was in the dream. I still had no choice to run away. I didn't see a thing to hide in or hide behind. I was running as fast as I could but... Oh, and that horrible music, I wasn't able to memorize it for a long time (fortunately?).

I woke after 5:00 AM.

I started to sleep back, my heart was beating quickly, but I quickly realised, it was a dream, so I write down some keywords into my mobile phone to help writing this and I slept back.

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