The dream I had last night was horrible. It was a mixture between a Scream movie and a Child's Play movie. aslfk;djlasdkfjasdklf
I almost died. But I didn't.
See, I live in a small community like Woodsboro. The dream starts out with someone trying to kill me. I know, right? Who would wanna kill me? So, I end up getting out of this mess. However, the killer tries to kill me a bajillion times more. Instead, though, he kills other people. Okay, now I have to protect myself and I was responsible for the deaths of a lot of people...
I'm sure people at that point were thinking, "Why doesn't the kid sacrifice himself so not everyone has to die?" Well, it's because I was afraid I'd die. DUH. I thought my dream was real life. It wasn't a lucid dream. Anyway, I was scared. But I was in this cabin and the kill came back. That was when I noticed who the killers were. They were Chucky and his bride! So, I find them and I try to kill them. And I thought I had.
But I had to go to school. AND THEY TRY TO KILL ME THERE. But they kill others instead. And I can't even be alone in my dream because I knew they would kill me so I had to make conscious choices.... I hate choices.
Anyway, I end up waking up from this dream. And then I'd go to sleep and it'd just continue. I was horrified. Then I just decided I'd get up for good. I hate almost being killed.
Why do dreams have to be so realistic? It's terrible. I almost died a lot and I couldn't even be alone from all of the stupid people for two seconds.
I am never going to sleep again.
Ugh. Anyway, if Chucky tries to kill me again his head is coming off. I was polite in my dream. But not now. He ticked me off. I HATE CHUCKY. DIE DIE DIE.
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