I took a nap about an hour ago, during that nap, I had a very strange dream. It started when I was leaving the high school, but I was very scoial, I said "Bye" to just everyone I saw. As I was leaving the school building and walking down a set of stairs, I became consciously aware of my dream. I was thinking to myself "Am I dreaming right now? Is this a continuation of the dream with the Asian killer?". Split second later, I'm in a guy's house, and I opened a door to this long room. The room was filled with shades of blue. And I remember smelling gas in the room. I knew it was gas because it smelled exactly like the gas used by the gas stoves in the culinary lab in the school. I was going through the room and I noticed that there was a group of people all sitting on the floor and their faces expressed fear. What I knew was that a man named Erik Richards was the owner of the house I was in and I was there to see him. Among the group was the man that was to be Erik Richards and my brother. They were hostages of a man as the end of the room, where my brother was sitting and he was sitting near the wall nearest the door and he had some sort of contraption that let off sparks and to his left, was a pipe thing that was leaking the gas and my brother told me to get down and that the man was Erik's brother and he was crazy. I knew I wasn't putting up with another hostage situation so I decided to crawl over to the guy and pull on the gas pipe thing and I remember how it felt sort of warm as well and it had that hard kind of plastic feel too it. Then I pulled on it, backed away, got up and booked to the door, opened it, got out and quickly closed the door behind me, I was snickering and for some reason I high tailed it out of a long hall way and screamed "Help! Fire!" as I was running and I got to a glass door that from what I could see, led to a wooden gate and I open the door and put my leg over the gate in an attempt to jump the gate, but I quickly debated whether or not to jump because I did not look over the gate to see how high it was, so I decided not to, then I remember casually going into a room where it had a huge TV that had something on, I could quite tell, but here was this young girl with a cat and so I said hell to her and she said "Hi" and introduced herself as Helen Richards, which it then clicked in my mind that this girl was Erik Richards' daughter, but what amazed me was that she knew that her father was trapped with his brother in another room of the building, and slowly being gassed alive. I don't even think she ever bothered making a telephone call to emergency services to get help either because she knew that her father was being held hostage in his own home because at the last moment of my dream, she told me "Erik... is burning" in the most nonchalant of tones I've ever heard and I was even petting the cat and noticing how soft its fur was. Then the dream just faded out like a film burning away and it got dark, then I woke up.
Why didn't Helen do anything? If the door was unlocked, why didn't everyone gang up and beat up Erik's brother and get out of there to have him arrested by the law enforcement? Why was I so easily able to socialize if I was consciously aware of myself during the dream? Did I make things worse by pulling on the gas pipe? Why did I yell like an idiot while snickering and running down that hallway? Why was I just casually talking to Helen Richards when she and I both could have gotten together to get help? Why was I even sensually aware in my dream? How was I able to feel everything around me so vividly and realistically?
I will never know. But that was one heck of a dream, readers.
Until next time everyone,
Yours Truly
Yours Truly
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