Joga
August 1st, 2006, 11:03 AM
I had the worst nightmare last night. I dreamed that a friend of mine, Melissa, was the mastermind for this elaborate plot to kidnap a politician, drug her, rape her, and then kill her in a plane crash, but the attempt was foiled because the lady lived. Melissa and her husband, Allen, who is also a good friend, were telling me about this whole scheme because Melissa was disappointed that it didn't work out. They had a video of the entire thing, and they showed it to me. I was horrified, but I was so scared of them that I kept my mouth shut.
So then, later that same night, a police officer showed up at my house, asking questions about this whole plot. I told her the truth, and it turns out that another person, one of the guys who had actually attempted to carry out the murder, had already confessed. I told the police officer that there was a video tape, and that it clearly showed that I had nothing to do with it.
Allen found out that I had been talking to the police, and he took me out to the woods with Melissa and some other guy, and was going to kill me because I had talked, and he wanted to keep Melissa from going to prison. He started throwing ninja stars at me, and big crumpled pieces of barbed wire, so I started to run into the woods, crying. I used my cellphone, which miraculously had one bar of service (that's one way that I know it was a dream, as I have Sprint, which never works) and I was able to call 911 and the police officer to tell them what was going on.
Somehow I managed to turn the tables on Allen by kicking him in the nuts and the face, and he was lying unconscious on the ground when the police got there, but not before I had a brutal fist fight with Harry Connick, Jr, who somehow showed up while this was all going on.
Allen was put into prison for attempted murder, and got 52 years. Melissa was still awaiting sentencing when I woke up, but for some reason at the end of the dream, she wasn't mad at me, and we were sitting in her car eating Krispy Kremes.
Still, though, it was literally the scariest dream I've ever had, probably because it felt so personal, being that it was my friends who were trying to kill me.
So then, later that same night, a police officer showed up at my house, asking questions about this whole plot. I told her the truth, and it turns out that another person, one of the guys who had actually attempted to carry out the murder, had already confessed. I told the police officer that there was a video tape, and that it clearly showed that I had nothing to do with it.
Allen found out that I had been talking to the police, and he took me out to the woods with Melissa and some other guy, and was going to kill me because I had talked, and he wanted to keep Melissa from going to prison. He started throwing ninja stars at me, and big crumpled pieces of barbed wire, so I started to run into the woods, crying. I used my cellphone, which miraculously had one bar of service (that's one way that I know it was a dream, as I have Sprint, which never works) and I was able to call 911 and the police officer to tell them what was going on.
Somehow I managed to turn the tables on Allen by kicking him in the nuts and the face, and he was lying unconscious on the ground when the police got there, but not before I had a brutal fist fight with Harry Connick, Jr, who somehow showed up while this was all going on.
Allen was put into prison for attempted murder, and got 52 years. Melissa was still awaiting sentencing when I woke up, but for some reason at the end of the dream, she wasn't mad at me, and we were sitting in her car eating Krispy Kremes.
Still, though, it was literally the scariest dream I've ever had, probably because it felt so personal, being that it was my friends who were trying to kill me.