Dreams .

So apparently, things are starting to get better, and normal again. Which is good, and bad. Good because, things were alright when it was normal, sucky thing, i was single so yeah. Bad because, I have nightmares a lot when everything is normal, and frankly, i dont think people like nightmares. They can be so real, so intense, so dramatizing.

Last night's nightmare, was crazy. I was trying to get evidence or something so i can send my neighbor to jail cause he was a killer or something. I was snooping around in his house, and he catches me, and i guess, he sent someone after me before, and i survived it obviously and the killer was like "I see your not actually dead, even though my assassin claimed to see you die with his own eyes. Traitor.". All of a sudden, i get this fear, this voice in my head telling me to run, get out of there before its too late, and as i try to run, he pushes me back. Brings me into the bathroom, and he starts stabbing into me with his knife, i count, Once, twice, three times, four times, and a final time. All stabs were in my stomach and abdomen area. I could feel myself dying. I actually thought i was dead. Laying there, motionless, he leaves the room, and i get up and clutch my stomach. Looking at my stained red hands. I decide to leave, unknowingly that he took all my possessions from my pocket and put them on the counter and took my shoes. I quickly run out of the bathroom and out the door, as fast as i could, bleeding. Running down the street, i am quickly reaching my home. Getting there, my sisters outside along with some of my other family, i go up to her crying trying to tell her that i was stabbed, she laughs and continues on to what ever she was doing, i knew i didnt have much time before he notices im gone and comes over to my house. I run inside, scared. Running into my room, i look at my window to see someone opening it from the other side, i shut it quickly and lock it, but somehow he opens it a little again, so i slam it closed and lock it again, watching him, watch me. Having this fear run all through my body, i could still feel the pain in my stomach, rushing out into the kitchen, i find my grandma there, telling her that i was almost killed, she laughs, until i show her all my wounds. Then i could hear him come in, and i tell her that, thats who tried to kill me. I stand behind her, and he walks up the stairs "Can i see your 19 year old grandson Glen?" i weakly show myself "Im not nineteen, so i cant be charged or anything, Im fifteen, your going to rot in jail". I could see him walking closer and closer, i close my eyes for a quick second and i awake from my dream, still feeling pain in my stomach, i look to see if there were any scars or any cuts, nope, nothing. Laying there, remembering that my window was open, quickly getting up and closing it as if he was trying to get in again.

It was a crazy dream. I woke up at 4:30am, and jumped out of bed, checked my stomach for any wounds, nothing. Remembering it was a dream. Fell back asleep, my alarm was set for 5:04am. So i only had half hour of sleep, but thought i should use it. I wake up at 5:30am, no alarm, nothing, i look at my clock, to see that the alarm was turned off, but i am the only one here. It doesnt automatically turn off either, and at 4:30am it was turned on. Puzzling, weird. Some mystery's just cant be solved. LOL.