My Weird Dream and Possibly Psychological Disabilities

By

Beatus Parvulus (Blessed Child)

1/8/09

Well, I guess those Oreos and milk gave me nightmares, because I had this weird dream last night.

It started in a plane, where I was with my two sisters and these two Chinese ladies. They were telling us how they were from Japan and we were getting along really well. Then a siren blared.

We started to freak out, thinking the plane would crash, and suddenly I blurted, “I’m not gonna panic until those yellow breathing things go down!”

So the plane started to land and we landed on a deserted road. (Now I think my mind got that from Dawn of the Dead.)

Anyway, we got out of the plane and the rest of my family was there. They said hello and told us to follow them. So we did and ended up crawling into a pipe that lead to this sort of storage area. We had barely stayed there one minute when three people came out of nowhere and my dad pointed a gun at them. They pleaded and pleaded until dad finally put the gun down.

Place change!

We are in our house, except it’s on the top of this really tall apartment building. So we sat there for a while and my grandpa came. We were happy until we heard this loud buzzing sound. We walked to the window and peered out.

There was this giant space ship, it looked like a soup can with a giant orange windshield on the bottom left side. It had giant orange windows everywhere.

I turned to my mom and screamed, “Mom is the Rapture happening?!” She nodded and said yes.

So we stayed in our house for a while then grandpa fell asleep. Now this is gross, so if you don’t want to be grossed out stop reading.

After a few minutes something started to poke out from the inside of grandpa’s neck, until a tiny alien popped out and ran away.

Grandpa was the first to go to heaven.

Then our door opened. Maggie and Lola, our two dogs, ran outside. I screamed and ran after them, pushing away the stranger who opened the door.

Outside, millions of dogs were running away, barking madly. I called them and asked them if they wanted a treat, and they came inside immediately. I warned everyone not to fall asleep or the aliens would kill them.

Then I woke up.

PS: Lately, most of my dreams have been centered around two places: a weird inlet that I can’t get out of, but know something’s out there that’s going to get me, and a little cottage owned by a witch who tries to kill me and my sister. Please reply for any psychological help.