Playt's Council

Death and Confusion (June 6, 2001)

I met him in my dream and he told me that he was my best friend. It’s kind of hazy now to try to remember if he had killed before or not. After a while of being his friend it got scary. I wish I could remember every dream I had with good accuracy, but right now I’m drawing a blank. It’s pathetic that I’m trying to explain something that I don’t remember but I know that I wasn’t scared of this person after getting to know him. He told me that my family was his best friends, and that he loved us so much, and was happy to have finally found friends in us.

At one part of the dream my friend Dusty was looking to do something. He came over, and he was really bored. He asked if maybe he could come over during the weekend or something, and I said it was cool. The weekend passed, and I didn’t see Dusty at school. I didn’t think of it, until my friend came to me that same day and said that he never knew how bad he was going to be betrayed. He said that when he heard us say that Dusty was aloud over, he got mad with rage. He said that he killed once for us, and again for him.

The other dream was a bit on the funny side, but still, just as odd. My grandma was coming over to my house, which is 300 miles from her home. We had been waiting for a while and I asked my mom if she thought that Grandma could have forgotten where it was. She said no. When the car pulled up, it was her old black and gray car that is long gone by now, and it wasn’t her. She was very short and reminded me of the woman that always plays a fortuneteller, the specialist on Poltergeist. She started to run towards my neighbor’s house and my sister stepped out of their door (I have no fucking clue why she was over at my neighbor’s house because we don’t even talk to them). I told her to catch her, and she said, “Ah, get away from me you nasty ass cat”, and by that time, she looked just like a kitten. I told her that it was Adrian and started to run over to where they were. My neighbor then stepped out of her door and I said that her name was Nicole something. My neighbor said that she was glad she had a last name for it now, instead of her always calling it Esmerelda. Now…. I know you’re thinking, what the fuck? This must be the part where we figure out the point of this dream… but there wasn’t any, and the dream was over right there