I have extremely strange, twisted, phisically impossible dreams. I write about them in the most easy to understand way possible. Some I publish, some I don't. Here's one from 2007 (sorry it's so long!)

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Dream #1 (a continuation of other dreams, like another episode in the series)
Setting: Robertson PS
Influence: I'm thinking maybe the movie SAW, but i'm not sure.

So me, the guy in the yellow sweater from the last dream , and some other person, resembling luke shepard, but definetly not him are somewhat older, like 22ish. We're acting as delivery people for some company, but thats not my normal job, I dont know why i'm doing it, I'm just chillin with them for the day i guess. ANYWAYS, we walk in the front door of Robertson to make this delivery. Theres lots of action going around the school. If you know the school very well, this will be easier to understand. Just picture it with wider halls. So from the front doors, we walk straight. Theres a basketball game in the gym to my right, kids having story time down the hall to the left, and kindergardeners playing at that water table and sand table thing half way down. Theres also kids coming out of the changeroom doors on the left going to the gym. We get to the end where the music room was and theres also people in there, and boxes of student council chips :P. (I told you this was somewhat detailed). So from there, we turn right, down the next hallway. Halfway down the hall theres a divide that branches off to doors on either side. This comes into play in a second. (and these are all real parts of the school by the way). Theres kids siting in the area where the two halls cross having like, a band practice, though it was really quiet. This one kid that was playing a huge drum gets up and talks to us. The rest of the kids and the teacher are still playing quietly, but somehow dont notice the kid get up. This kid is a real idiot, being really mouthy and s--t, and to get him out of my hair, I run to the left Door, and yell "They glassed this in?! and when did they get a grand piano out there?!" (seems odd, but this is how i know its part of a dream "series". If you know the school, theres doors and then stairs, another set of doors, and outside. In the LAST of the series of these dreams I had, they had cut off the outer set of doors, and changed the inner doors to a solid glass window, and taken the stairs out. So theres a big window, a sheer drop of about 4 feet. And for some reason this is flush with the outside wall, and about 30 feet of the outside area are covered, with a pillar of stone in the middle. Theeres also a big, expensive black grand piano in this area. In the last dream, the kids were having choir practice here) ANYWAYS back to the main story. So i yell at this kid that this has changed, and he stands there looking at it awestruck, allowing us to leave.
We move on, down the black ramp to the area where the grade 8 room is and the library door. There was also something about that little storage room to the right but i dont remember it. I think I just looked in there or something. Theres also kids in the library. Everyone seems to be running around playing, and all the kids seem to be fairly young. We get to the end of this hall and turn left, to the area where the grade 7 room would be (but isn't) and the doors to cope, which i guess you could say is where this "delivery" is going to. These doors are locked, but we know we can get there by entering through the main library door and going through the chain of classrooms. We turn around and head back to the library. I stop to take a drink from one of the water fountains just outside the library doors. When we go in the library, theres no one in there. We think nothing of this, as theres still tons of other action in the school. The library is smaller in the dream than in real life, and it seems to look like it did before it got redone, with those green shelves where the board room is now. So we get to the end and turn left into a little room. This is one of the chain of rooms we have to pass through. They're all small, so i guess you can't really call them classrooms. Their about 7 by 12 feet and fairly dimmly lit. So we go through the first one, theres not really anything in it, except a locked door on the left. At this point, I realise that I need to make a phone call for some reason. Not anything bad, just there was an appointment I should cancel ASAP or something stupid, but anyways, I needed a phone, and made a mental note to watch out for one. In the next room, theres just a computer on a table, and blinds on the windows are half-closed. The computer is definetly on, but the screen is white. The computer is on the far wall where the door should be, on a big desk that stretches all the way across, but the door is on the right, and somehow allows us to still proceed into the next of the row of rooms. So we head into the next room, and I hear a stange noise. This trip seems to be in silence between the 3 of us up to this point, like something we've done a million times before and it need not be discussed. Its kind of a crackaly, high pitched noise, so I look around to see what could be making the noise. I look down and see a white phone on the floor, that is askew and off its hook. Yes, I've found my phone! So I bend down to pick it up and the sound gets clearer. I realise its coming from the phone itself. (This is the part of the story where things start to speed us so i'll try to explain as best i can).
I put the phone to my ear, and distinctly hear someone screaming at the top of their lungs. Memories (I guess from previous dreams that are similar, again, i'll explain later) come flooding back to me, and i realise that someone is being tortured in one of the classrooms in the cope area on the left hand side. This comes from a previous dream, or several really, where there were giant classrooms, like gymnasium sized, with low ceilings, that had been locked for years, were dark and dingy, where people were tricked into entering on dares. Horrible things happened in these rooms, and no one dared try to clean them up. They were just accepted as being there. Anyways, these memories come flooding back to me, and I loudly say "Oh, Shit!". I immediately realise this is a mistake, and this was some sort of set up, as i said it directly into the reciever, and I was sure beyond sure that there was someone on the other end listening. I get the sudden urgency that we have to leave immediately,almost like this has happened to me before, like a repressed childhood memory that I had forgotten about. Without explaining, I drop the phone, and run for the door. I realise that the closest exit is the front doors where we came in, buecause the two doors i told you about earlier had been glassed in. We go back through the 3 rooms and through the library. This is the hardest and fastest I have ever run, I was literally running from my life. We exit the library and turn left onto the ramp. All the students are gone, so it must be the end of the day, though all the lights are still on. We get to the ramp (which seems to be pretty far of a run) and this guy steps out from one of the wings and the top of the ramp.. which really isnt really a ramp any more, its got like, little steps, but generally smooth. I take a couple more steps up and dive for the ground, just as a gun goes off. The guy seems to be fairly big, somewhat resembling timbaland, but sometimes black and sometimes white. It seemed to change everytime I looked, like my mind couldn't choose one. I guess you could also say he was jigsaw (from Saw) of my dream, though not old, closer to 30. And big. Anyways, this gun seems to be pretty quiet, just like all the other loud noises. I didn't even see it, I just sensed it was there because I had been in a similar situation in my past. So i'm diving for the ground, everyone is behind me, not running as fast because they dont understand, and i've explained nothing. They dive after they see the gun. I see none of this, only sense it. I see the bullet go through my right arm, but it has no feeling, and at this point i know we're completely f--ked. The bullet goes completely through my upper arm, just above my elbow, and hits someone behind me, though i'm not sure who. This person seems to have died, but they come back later, so maybe they were faking it. I seem to be telling most of these things by sense. So that was the first "task" I guess you could say, and there were 4 of them, but i only remember 3. So i'm left there for awhile, likely no more than 15 seconds though. The bullet hole in my arm is oozing green instead of red blood. The guy comes up to me, and grabs my head to look at me. He doesnt see anything, but he points at the wooden steps right below my face, where there seems to be two carvings of mice. He's kneeling 2 or 3 steps up from me, looking down. For some reason, these carvings of mice are actually alive, but still just carvings, if that makes sense. They had feeling, and could move to some extent, and led "lives" in their little wooden carving existence. This part of the dream was so detailed that I could litereally pick out the finish used on the wood of the stairs, though i'll leave out things like that. So here are these two mice, side by side, and looking frightened. The story doesn't work unless you can understand how these mice were "alive".. If you see them as just pictures, it doesnt work. They have to be real living creatures. The stanger hands me a knife. The knife is curved and thin, and had a brown, dull wooden handle. He points at the mice. I understand he wants me to slit their little carving throats. I keep silent because I know thats what he wants, and it's something I have to do. So i start slicing away at the wood of the first one, and my knife goes through the finish, though I know the mouse is only barely being scratched. And the guy isnt pleased. I'm crying by this point because of the pain i know i'm causing these little carving mice. The guy points to the next one, and i move onto the next one. I start slowly at this one, becuase i'm crying so hard. The guy stops me for a minute, and pulls out a bottle of wine. he pours the wine on the mouse carving, which I understand as not only making the knife go through the mouse, but making it sting. He urges me to continue, and it hurts me so much do it, but i know i have to. After quite awhile, he grabs the knife from me, and grabs my hair in the other hand, and pulls back my head so i'm looking at him. He has the knife in the other hand. I know he's going for MY throat as revenge to the pain i've caused the mice. I put my wrists up infront of my throat, asking him to go for the wrists instead. And he takes the left one. On the back of my arm, he pours some of the wine on my skin. I know this is going to hurt, but i just have to deal with it. He starts slicing into my arm with the knife, which is painful, but feels more like a burn than a cut. He starts carving the letter A. I don't know what his whole message is. After quite awhile, he moves onto the second letter. I dont even look at it, and he eventually stops. The other peoeple seem to be just watching and not daring to run or talk. He grabs my right arm eventually, and pulls me to my feet. I dont look back, but i know the other two are following. We head to the front doors of the school, and I know that if no one brings attention to us, i wont have to deal with this again. It will be over forever. As we reach the beginning of the other hallway, I see Tim and patty's dad, and two other younger girls that i'm not sure who they were. The unknown person with us (not the yellow sweater kid) open their mouth to say something to these poeple, but as soon as he breathes in, the stanger looks at me, at the guy i was with, and at the 3 people, and says, "Well I guess i'll be seeing you around then"... He turns around and walks down the hall where he came from, carrying a box, which was the "delivery", though we never actually had it in the dream. From here we turn around and exit though the front doors of the school, look at eachother, and all leave in our seperate directions. We know we will be seeing him again. This is when the dream ended. Guaranteed, in about 3 months, when ive completely forgotten the dream, the next chapter will come along. The strangest part is, that when I got up, my arm hurt, just like a burn hurts, right where the character in my dream cut me.

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