Lately my dreams have been varying, some have been frightening, others have been hilarious and some have woke me up crying. I don't have dreams every night so sometimes there won't be a post but other times it'll be a post that only certain people can see so you might notice a few jumps in the sequence.

I didn't have a dream last night, so I'll tell you about my dream the night before. Genre? Comical but exceedingly scary at the time.

--- Day one.


I was in a circular room, it was decorated with brown and white colours and everything was expensive. It seemed too good to be true, like one of the houses I build on sims for unhappy families. I kept trying to reach this glass door to a beautiful garden but I couldn't, the closer I got - the futhur away the door went. This went on for a while until I screamed in frustration - all of a sudden I was back in my mum's kitchen with a man, I can't remember who it was now.

The man was panicing, saying we were locked in and something was coming for us. I ran to the conservatory doors to try to get out but like he said, they were locked, as well as the window above the sink. He told me that when I'd been in the perfect room, it was his and because I caused noise he was coming after us. I was going to ask who he was but then I heard footsteps on the stairs, and then I saw shoes walking down and then the person they belonged to.

It was a clown :/ and I fucking hate clowns. He was scarier than the clown in IT and he had knives in his pockets and a horrible smile with perfect teeth :/

The man and I were right next to the cutlery drawer so I reached in and couldn't find any good knives for a few seconds until I found the one Mike uses to cut up meat. I turned around and the clown was right in front of me, in my face and for some reason it was like he couldn't see the other man in the room which I was glad about because whoever it was, it was someone I knew and loved.

I had a vest shirt on and the clown had his sleeves rolled up, his arms were littered with tattoos of famous people that he'd skinned and stolen the skin of, like some sort of fucked up Frankenstein. I sliced at his arms with the knife and he did the same to me, he cut open both of my wrists and then other places where I self harmed in the past and I could barely reach out to cut him, no matter how many times I stabbed him it wouldn't work due to his second hand skin.

I fell to the floor and then all of a sudden we were outside on the field near to my dads house but it was a lot longer and on a hill. I was running through endless trees with the clown after me - I was covered in blood and he was dragging the corpse of the man I can't remember behind him so I was crying as well, the next thing I knew I was on the floor with the clown on top of me trying to force me to eat some of my friend, I still had the knife in my hand so I lunged up and slashed across his face so he rolled over and I could run away.

At the bottom of the hill there were people with signs, like an angry protest, telling me I was the devil and blaming all the murders on me because I was covered in blood and the slashes on my wrists looked like someone was trying to protect themselves from me.

But then I ran off and they were killed by the clown, so thats okay I guess...