At some kind of camp and I live in a cabin up on a hill. Walking back one day I hear the radio and it says there's a killer that broke out of a prison nearby and for all campers to watch out. I'm with someone, I don't remember who, but it was someone I knew. We walked up the hill to our cabin, it was night. Opened the front door and went inside. We went to the kitchen and no one was there. "Weird," I said. The person with me said "Why?" "Because I've never not seen anybody here. There's always someone else here." Still silence as we walk through the kitchen. Then my view changes. Instead of viewing the scene from my own eyes, its like the camera moved. It panned so it was watching us from the side, walking. We walked past a door and in the background through the door out of the window in the back you could see a figure standing there. Then the camera cuts back to my first person view. Both of us get back to my room, in the back of the cabin. We walk into the living room and jump to see someone sitting at the computer. He's the maintenance guy for the cabin place. "I thought all you kids had left," he said. "No, we're still here" "Ok," he said, "just be careful." I turn and leave the person I'm with, talking to this guy. I walk to the kitchen and again the camera leaves my point of view and circles around me, showing a shadow on the wall. The camera cuts back to my view. I finish in the kitchen and turn around. The maintenance guy and my friend are gone. The chair he was sitting in still twirling around slowly, squeaking. I hear a door close. I can't move. Something is wrong. Why can't I move? I feel that something is there. It must be getting closer. My voice doesn't work. Too scared to move. Then the camera cuts again. Now I'm looking at myself from behind. I hear breathing. Then the camera races towards me, in the camera I see a sheen. A knife. It must be a knife. Camera moving closer to me, closer and closer. Its almost upon me. Then the camera cuts back to my first person view and I think to myself "Its all going to be ok." Violent cut to black....

Alarm goes off. I wake up and it takes me literally at least 5 minutes to realize what was going on. That it wasn't real. It was so real. And I couldn't tell it was going to be bad. Usually with nightmares I can tell they're nightmares, wake up, not let them finish. Not this time, I didn't know until it was too late. My view changed too. I switched points of view. From myself, to a floating camera, to the killer. And in each point of view I knew only what that view would tell me. While in the floating camera view, I knew everything, where I was, where the killer was. In the killer's view I could tell where I was and where "I" was that he would kill. I felt rage. In my point of view, I didn't know about the killer seen in the window, I didn't know for such if there was someone else there. It was as if a movie came to life, with me playing all the roles, getting in all their heads. It was really wierd.

I had a dream earlier last night about miniature golf. Something about rigging a golf putter to win a contest to do something. I don't know. It was a happy dream, I just don't remember it. Anyway, hope all my peeps out there in NuTang-world have a good day today.

Later.

right....
i usually have good dreams if anything.....or at least funny ones
» finallyfoundareasonnow on 2004-11-09 10:40:42

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