Dreams, as i have said many times, are very crazy. I have had dreams that caused me to write an entire comic series. I have had dreams that actually came true. And I have had dreams, like the one that I am about to recount to you, my faithful readers, which make you wake up and scream, leaving you wondering if what happened in the dream was real, or merely an act of the sleeping mind.

I am not going to say WHO i had this dream about, and after you read this dream, i think you probably will see why.

My dream started out with me getting an email from a close friend of mine. The subject line simply read “9:15″. I opened up the email and it was an email telling me with much sadness how my friend’s father was killed in a car accident the previous night, at 9:15pm. The details of the crash were also included, but I cannot recall them. The reality of these words that I read slowly sunk in. I would never see this person again. Seeing how, as I mentioned before, this person is a close friend of mine, it seemed surreal to me that I would never, ever interact with this person’s father again. He was dead. What would the family do? What would my friend do?

I tried calling this person time and time again the next day, and I was unable to get through. I wanted to make sure that it was true. I wouldn’t accept it.

And then, as dreams often do, something else completely unrelated happened. While I was standing outside, right in front of my house, I glanced down the alleyway called Ingham Street. A rusty old car sat, presumably broken down. People climbed out of the car though, and this part was absolutely terrifying to me at the time. They were completely naked and they had another person with them who was bound in medical gauze. I watched this scene in horror and realized I should tell someone. And then they saw me. I heard them say (and this is quite silly) “she works for the Zabroski’s … so we know where to find her!” …

Upon hearing this, I ran at top speed into my house. I put the dead bolt on the door. I heard them come around the back. My mother asked me what I was doing, and I  told her that there were people who were trying to kill me and that we needed to call the police.

With great joy, it was at this moment that my alarm clock decided to wake me up. It was one of those dreams that I couldn’t wake up from, and even if I did, I would fall right back into it the moment i closed my eyes. Why can’t that happen with the good dreams?

While the second portion of the dream was far more disturbing, I am absolutely fixated on the first part. All day I have felt a strange sadness for my friend’s father, who, to my knowledge, is still alive and kicking. I actually have considered calling this person, just to make sure. As I mentioned earlier, I have had dreams that mysteriously happened. It would be horrible if this one were to happen!

Anyway, I promise I’m not totally screwed up, but I DO have some pretty CRAZY dreams sometimes! YIKES!