Freddy Krueger lives in my room

Oh hi Freddy, how nice of you to stop by.

I had three nightmares in a row from five to eight in the morning.

I noted them up in my phone as soon as I woke up so not to forget it. I think it’s good to remember dreams whether they are good or bad.

Nightmare #1:

I was in the parking lot at UW similar to the one near ode library. I was with the boyfriend and his friend and we were heading out of the lot. For some reason, it took forever. As we were walking, we ran into Chris*, the boyfriend’s friend, who held a Japanese sword. I think it was a katana. Chris looked nerdy. Not just nerdy, but creepy nerdy. He knew people, but had no friends. The boyfriend says hi to chris who was holding the katana. Chris says hi back before yelling “KATANA TIME!” I said, “what the fuck, what a creep.” I had a weird feeling he was going to use the sword so I pulled the boyfriend towards me to hurry up and get away from him. We were almost out of the parking lot when I looked back, as did the boyfriend and the other guy. A [ethnicity removed] girl was on her phone, standing around in the middle of the parking lot. Chris came up right behind her, positioning his katana and practicing his swinging motion to cut her at the angle. Then he cut her swiftly and evenly into two parts. I couldn’t even scream. Everything went from color to black and white. Blood was forming a big pool in the middle of the lot. I just saw Chris laughing and putting the sword away as I ran out of the parking lot. There was an emergency campus phone right at the entrance. I called the police, but by the time someone answered, the boyfriend and the other guy came up to me, shook their heads, and put the phone back. I yelled, “what are you doing” and ran back into the lot to see Chris smiling still, getting picked up by his parents who had no idea what happened. Next thing I know, the boyfriend and I are walking up the staircase back to our room in the apartment. The whole time I questioned if he was like Chris. I asked him why he took the phone away to which he answered that Chris could just cover it up and pretend it didn’t happen. I said, “that makes no sense. It’s dangerous of him to be doing that for fun, don’t you understand?” But the boyfriend kept defending him. I started getting paranoid and asked, “how do I know you’re not like him ready to do something like that to me?” I ran to the door, attempting to open it and get in before the boyfriend could catch up. He said, “baby, don’t.” I kept asking him the question anyway. I failed opening the door and was more scared that by running away from the boyfriend, I may have triggered himt o get angry. All I remember after that was shaking a lot from what happened and breathing fast. It is now five fifty seven.”

Nightmare #2:

There was a miniature grandfather clock hung on the wall next to my bed where I was sleeping. It was reddish brown. I looked at it and had a bad feeling something was going to happen. Sure enough, the clock started shaking violently. I heard a voice, “It’s God and when the clock breaks, you’ll be sent to hell.” I freaked out and woke up. I told the boyfriend to be with me because the clock next to me was scary. He did, but right when I started falling asleep again, the same thing happened. I got so scared of the voice and the clock shaking, I pounded it with my fist, trying to make it break, trying to challenge it and send myself to hell and get it over with. My boyfriend started freaking out, too. I took my hands and pulled on the pendulum to take it apart from the clock. Doing this cut my hands deeply. The room became black and it was just the clock and me. I woke up for real this time.

I remember telling my boyfriend, “maybe God is real,” but he told me it was just a bad dream and to try sleeping again.

Nightmare #3:

My friends and I were at a deserted beach. It was so pretty. We were all having a great time with waves crashing into us. Sometimes the waves were so huge, we would be under the barrel and not get wet at all. After a while, there was a giant wave which completely left the ground and went up and above us. All of us were amazed at how pretty it was until it went away and there was no more water on the beach. One of my friends called her mom and asked her what’s up, who said it was just the tides. We didn’t really understand it. We ventured off far into the beach where the water would normally be really deep. The ocean started coming back and it was black in color. My friends and I tried to run back to the front, but the sands were like dunes and they were taller than us. We had to climbed over them. Eventually we all made it back and my friends went into the beachhouse to talk about it. I, on the other hand, wanted to know why the water was black and jumped into it. It was pitch black and I felt like it was draining my energy. I had the weirdest sensation in my chest. I woke up.

I love dreaming. Even if they may be nightmares, I feel like it pulls me to another dimension. Of course they are scarier than horror movies, but they all add to the visual part of my life. It’s like visiting another world. I dream a lot. I remember my dreams far better than anyone else probably can and in much greater details. Sometimes I revisit places that I’ve been in from other dreams, but never in real life. It’s crazy. I think I’m going to start blogging or keeping track of the dreams I dream because I’m pretty sure that as I get older, I won’t be dreaming as much. I know I’ll miss dreaming when that happens. Hopefully my brain won’t die on me soon though.

-Z.

* Real name in the dream and a real friend of my boyfriend, but didn’t look like the real guy.

Tags: Dreams