23rd
Dream.
I was going to Pennsylvania. But it wasn’t the same. I didn’t want to, i ALWAYS want to. It was similiar to my grandparents property. My dreams always have gone there when i’m happy. It’s always my “freedomland.” This was different. It felt bittersweet, i was going but i knew it was not for good. Everybody was there, old friends, family, anyone i had ever seen. It was set up like a camp. I have never been to camp. It was familiar, i know i have been there before. This camp place. I also know i have no idea where it is. Somewhere i’ve seen maybe, I have the picture stored somewhere in my brain. I was with Charlie, I was driving. I went up up up the driveway to this camp on my grandparents land. Everyone was very welcoming. We were all there for something. We got invitations. TO what? i don’t know. It was fun at first, a slumber party with everyone and nobody had any ill feelings. It was one big cabin, with rows and rows of bunks and lofts. The morning came, and i was showing everybody around. I was the leader. Somebody asked why we were stuck here, i said “we’re never stuck here.” I was very hard to explain that this place is a vacation, its always a positive place to be. Everyone started chattering, talking about how we’re stuck, if its a prison its the nicest one i’ve been to. I was very confused, i thought this was a big party, a big camp in a great place. “Try leaving” i kept thinking. So, i did, and failed. Suddenly i knew, something was happening, something terrible. I knew every twist and turn of that land, i could do it. I did. I was very strong, i could feel strength running through me. I was in charge. I went to a market, a little cozy store.
“HOW DID YOU GET OUT?!” someone asked.
“Why was i supposed to stay?” I questioned back. Whats going on i thought.
Somebody was telling me “Its poisened, everyone, everything, she’s poisening it.”
I knew that i had to go on this conveyer to get into the back of the store. This was where i needed to be. I saw a shadow running, and so i followed. It was a wretched woman, hideous at best. She was the one. We were outside now, and i tackled her. The police were coming. She was on the ground, feet spread out and sitting up, i was behind her, holding her arms. I took a credit card out of my wallet, placed one hand on her forehead and forced her head back. The other hand held the credit card, and it came with force at her neck, feeling something similia to a knife trying to cut through ice. A struggle, but once it gets through, its a clean break. I could see right down into her wind pipe and felt the air escaping.
I never killed anyone in my dream before.
