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AbulletAway · 02-21-2004, 01:45 AM

In 1983 I had this dream that was so real and so unusual. I was in the 9th grade at the time. I started High School the next year but most of my friends were already going there.

In real life we used to ride our bikes up there at night from time to time because one of my friends had a horticulture class and they had this goat as some kind of mascot. So we would ride up there and feed it.

So I have this dream that my friend Bill and I are up there and getting ready to leave. An old white Plymouth pulls in to the parking lot. It's about 1 am in the dream and the person in the car is trying to run us down. I escape, Bill doesn't. He gets creamed by the car.

I make back to a friends house. They wake up and let me in. I tell them what happened and they call the police. While we're waiting for the police the lady driving the car shows up. She's all burned and disfigured on one side of her face. She kills everyone in the house trying to get to me.

I escape again and make it to my house. She breaks in to my room. I had grabbed a knife before I locked my self in bedroom. When she comes in I attacked her. I just started stabbing her. She fell to the floor and I landed on top of her. I kept stabbing her and the knife was landing on her face. I kept stabbing.

But, every time I tried to look down at her I would black out and wake to find myself back in my bed. So I would jump up and keep start stabbing her again.

I woke up from the dream lying on my back and my right hand was slamming in to my right thigh like it was her face. I calmed down and got out of bed. The dream was so real. I walked over the closet and saw what looked like a little bit of dried blood on the closet door frame. It, at the time really freaked me out. I later recalled that my friend David had been over the day before eating a chocolate ice cream bar and had bumped in to the closet door. The dream was way more intense and I left out a lot of it. It seamed to go on for hours. Me trying to escape only to be later caught.

Well I started thinking about what a neat idea it would be to have a story about some deranged killer who was all burned and scared and was killing children in their dreams. And in the end the way to kill the killer was to pull him out of the dream in to reality. I wrote a short story about it. I showed it to one of my teachers who had a friend who wrote screen plays. My teacher loved the story and asked if he could show it to his friend. I said sure and that I would love to sell the idea.

I was told the screen writer didn't like it and that was that. 2 years later I'm sitting in a theater and I see a preview for Nightmare on Elm St. I thought it sounded familiar. When I saw the movie it was so close to the dream I had. I was pissed!

But any ways, that probably wasn't the most bizarre or scary dream I've ever had. But was the most interesting because of all the things that happened after it.

02-21-2004, 01:45 AM
AbulletAway Confirmed User Join Date: Feb 2003 Location: Hesperia, CA Posts: 760	In 1983 I had this dream that was so real and so unusual. I was in the 9th grade at the time. I started High School the next year but most of my friends were already going there. In real life we used to ride our bikes up there at night from time to time because one of my friends had a horticulture class and they had this goat as some kind of mascot. So we would ride up there and feed it. So I have this dream that my friend Bill and I are up there and getting ready to leave. An old white Plymouth pulls in to the parking lot. It's about 1 am in the dream and the person in the car is trying to run us down. I escape, Bill doesn't. He gets creamed by the car. I make back to a friends house. They wake up and let me in. I tell them what happened and they call the police. While we're waiting for the police the lady driving the car shows up. She's all burned and disfigured on one side of her face. She kills everyone in the house trying to get to me. I escape again and make it to my house. She breaks in to my room. I had grabbed a knife before I locked my self in bedroom. When she comes in I attacked her. I just started stabbing her. She fell to the floor and I landed on top of her. I kept stabbing her and the knife was landing on her face. I kept stabbing. But, every time I tried to look down at her I would black out and wake to find myself back in my bed. So I would jump up and keep start stabbing her again. I woke up from the dream lying on my back and my right hand was slamming in to my right thigh like it was her face. I calmed down and got out of bed. The dream was so real. I walked over the closet and saw what looked like a little bit of dried blood on the closet door frame. It, at the time really freaked me out. I later recalled that my friend David had been over the day before eating a chocolate ice cream bar and had bumped in to the closet door. The dream was way more intense and I left out a lot of it. It seamed to go on for hours. Me trying to escape only to be later caught. Well I started thinking about what a neat idea it would be to have a story about some deranged killer who was all burned and scared and was killing children in their dreams. And in the end the way to kill the killer was to pull him out of the dream in to reality. I wrote a short story about it. I showed it to one of my teachers who had a friend who wrote screen plays. My teacher loved the story and asked if he could show it to his friend. I said sure and that I would love to sell the idea. I was told the screen writer didn't like it and that was that. 2 years later I'm sitting in a theater and I see a preview for Nightmare on Elm St. I thought it sounded familiar. When I saw the movie it was so close to the dream I had. I was pissed! But any ways, that probably wasn't the most bizarre or scary dream I've ever had. But was the most interesting because of all the things that happened after it. __________________ 11 MODEL SITES \| NOW WITH PPS Sign up now or your dog will die.