• I figured I had to write this down somehow.
    I had another dream last night and my dream doesn't coincide with any other dream that I have that was like the sort. I didn't watch anything to provoke this dream nor did I do anything. Heres my dream from what I can remember and it will not follow in line:
    I remember some girl and I finding a clue that led outside to a garden/desert that was more desert than garden. I remember opening a tombstone and finding what looked like dried up mangos but when we picked them up tons of gnats came out. Then bugs, scorpions, worms, centipedes were everywhere and then we had escaped and went inside.
    We were in the dining hall and we were all talking I don't think we were eating although maybe one or two of us were. Curtains came out of what seemed like openings in the ceiling but they kept moving up and down and I said to myself this can't be good. As soon as I did blood started dripping from the ceiling onto my father sam who was in my dream. He stood up and opened his shirt and it looked like the blood from the ceiling was telling him that he was bleeding out from his insides. I could not tell if he was dead or anything else of that matter.
    It was like I was watching the kids from a ghosts point of view as I watched them scramble in bed and pretend that they weren't trying to sneak around. They had started a conversation about something that I can't remember and I remember myself jumping onto another bunk bed. Thats all I can remember about that.
    I remember having a conversation with an old man and a young lady about finding clues to this house and someone had asked where I had gotten the (weapon) the cross bow I was using and the old man replied he had found it under some sign after smashing a wall. This took part in the bathroom and somehow I had lost or misplaced my crossbow and left our cellphones there. When I had gone back for the cell phone not mine but the girls had rang....I picked it up and it was static. Like a man from a distant language was trying to speak to me or warn me about something. The light went off and I ran...I heard screams from everywhere...I went to the kids rooms and blood was everywhere all over the walls and no bodies or parts to them remained. During this running I somehow managed to stumble upon my crossbow. I then woke up....
    More to this story I had woke up and could not go back to sleep. I had to talk to someone and the only person who could calm me down was my mother. So, I called her and she didn't answer but I knew she would call back but I just didn't know when. I had used the restroom for some reason but as I did it was dejavu and I know from where. I kept looking at my phone telling myself please don't ring.....!Ring! and what do you know it does.
    I just remembered a smaller part of the story I remember a guy who owned the place saying,"This ghost has been haunting this house for 180 years.","All I want to do is find out why and get rid of him." So me and a team of ghost hunters I guess went to find him.
    I remember climbing down a huge ladder to what looked like a generator. Thats all I can remember of that.
    I remember finding a wall with I guess another clue but it was blocked by a huge metal fire fighters plaque. It was nailed in the wall so it could not be moved without some kind of instrument.
    Even though dreams are dreams a lot of dreams can be interperated.... all I want is for someone to interperate. I am not psycho...I am not crazy or insane I just know or I feel that every dream can be explained phylisophically.

    I didn't go back to sleep in fear that my dreams would kill me.