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nothappy · 04-14-2008, 04:17 AM

I had a really weird dream before, and I guess I could say that it was a vivid dream for me.

A random asian guy in his mid-thirties was after me, from Japan. I've never seen him before. If I remember correctly he had a sly smile, but a memorable one. I saw him controlling fire with the candle. With his powers and manipulation he is a serial killer. Perhaps he was able to kill children before they fully developed their powers. Hmm, I guess he was sent here to eliminate children who had ability to control fire. Ironically, he has the same power as them. He spent his days practicing his art inside a dark room, which consisted of a desk, a CD case filled with CD's (the long one that stands up), with a lit candle. I could see how the house is set-up because of a tinted window with some sunlight seeping through. His house is around the farmlands, and no one really knows where he buried the children, but on the news they claimed that he was out on the loose. Somehow I was at that exact farmland, enjoying myself. Or I don't really know how I ended up there. Perhaps I was kidnapped from my home by that serial killer. A few old souls that are around didn't know about the serial killer I think. The next day, I had a feeling that he was after me. I decided to run away. The thing is, he had ability to speak telepathically, showing me what he was going to do. And I saw him kill an innocent person, who had ability to control fire. He told me I was next.

Desperate, I can't drive a car, so I decided to get something better than my legs, (which is running) I took a bicycle.
I looked around for help, stopping at the nice old couple's house, insisting that I was in immediate danger, and asked for directions. They said they can't really do anything for me except to point to the nearest city, which is where my house is. I biked for 15 miles, but ended up at the parts of the city where I am not familiar with. Running around like a psychotic maniac, I found a random place with people around. Stores, restaurants, it was a busy street.
It started raining from there. For some reason, I saw the psycho killer around. I hid at a restaurant, where I found my dad. I knew the killer knew where I was, I sneaked around the back and found my mom. We hugged. And the psycho killer stood before me.

That's how it ended.

04-14-2008, 04:17 AM	#23 (permalink)
nothappy Member Join Date: Jan 2008 Type: Posts: 48	I had a really weird dream before, and I guess I could say that it was a vivid dream for me. A random asian guy in his mid-thirties was after me, from Japan. I've never seen him before. If I remember correctly he had a sly smile, but a memorable one. I saw him controlling fire with the candle. With his powers and manipulation he is a serial killer. Perhaps he was able to kill children before they fully developed their powers. Hmm, I guess he was sent here to eliminate children who had ability to control fire. Ironically, he has the same power as them. He spent his days practicing his art inside a dark room, which consisted of a desk, a CD case filled with CD's (the long one that stands up), with a lit candle. I could see how the house is set-up because of a tinted window with some sunlight seeping through. His house is around the farmlands, and no one really knows where he buried the children, but on the news they claimed that he was out on the loose. Somehow I was at that exact farmland, enjoying myself. Or I don't really know how I ended up there. Perhaps I was kidnapped from my home by that serial killer. A few old souls that are around didn't know about the serial killer I think. The next day, I had a feeling that he was after me. I decided to run away. The thing is, he had ability to speak telepathically, showing me what he was going to do. And I saw him kill an innocent person, who had ability to control fire. He told me I was next. Desperate, I can't drive a car, so I decided to get something better than my legs, (which is running) I took a bicycle. I looked around for help, stopping at the nice old couple's house, insisting that I was in immediate danger, and asked for directions. They said they can't really do anything for me except to point to the nearest city, which is where my house is. I biked for 15 miles, but ended up at the parts of the city where I am not familiar with. Running around like a psychotic maniac, I found a random place with people around. Stores, restaurants, it was a busy street. It started raining from there. For some reason, I saw the psycho killer around. I hid at a restaurant, where I found my dad. I knew the killer knew where I was, I sneaked around the back and found my mom. We hugged. And the psycho killer stood before me. That's how it ended.