When i was younger I used to have really bad dreams. It was always the same one. It was me in this HUGE room, and I was very tiny, and this awful voice was telling me to get stuff, and do stuff, but you couldnt see the person only here the voice. It would tell me to go get a blanket or something from one end of the room and bring it to the other but i was tiny so it was nearly imposible. And there were obstacles in the way.


Ever since my brother was held hostage and almost killed i have had dreams of me having a bunch of brothers, living with them and my mom, in a small town and everyone was going crazy and I shot all my brothers, it wasnt my real family though. But it still freaks me out, because i had dreams, with the same people for the last 3-5 years, and now all of a sudden they are all terribly mean, and before they were so nice.