Dreams

Dreams

What happens when you sleep stays in this club.

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  • SirenCymbaline
    I had the freakiest nightmare last night. So me and my brother and little sister were in this field with a small but well-spread crowd. We were near the fence. I looked in front of me and I saw Macgyver a yard or two away. Then I looked behind me and I saw some men with BIG GUNS on the other side of the fence. Seriously, those guns were HUGE. Not bazooka huge, but about four times bigger than the average handgun. I thought those men were aiming for Macgyver. I was probably right. Then they started firing. Not at Macgyver, at EVERYONE they could possibly hit! Thier bullets were the size of corks. I ran like crazy to get out of the field, yelling at my little brother and sister to run too and get out of there. I was seperated from them because of the gunfire. I was, many times, an atom away from getting hit. At the end of the field, there were police. I cried/screamed that there were these guys killing everyone. They ran over into the field with thier handguns out. I was really scared because I had no idea if my brother and sister were dead or not.

    SirenCymbaline replied · Jun 6, 2011

    This was a lucid dream.



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