Whoa...last night I had the craziest dream. Usually my dreams have absolutely no logic, and aren't too detailed...and they aren't memorable at all. Oh...and they're short. The longest ones...I have no idea about actual time...but they don't las that long. Just long enough for me to get chased by Dracula for a good scare, then it's over. But this one....it was so vivid. Yikes! And...it was logical. I had my mind throughout the dream just as I have it in real life. The course of the dream ran sort of like a novel. The beginning was just like regular day life, to introduce all the characters and set the mood and the setting. My life was considerably different than it is now. It was kind of like I was living a different life. I was actually older than I am now, and my family and I lived in the mountains, and my parents worked at two places: a condo place, and a hotel...a huge hotel. They were only a couple of miles apart, and our parents alternated where they worked each day. My sister and I had a room in the hotel to live in, and we spent a lot of time with the other kids that lived there. We decided one day to go over to the condo we owned, just for some walking fun and stuff. And there were kids my age, and a lot of kids younger than me. My sister was there too. We drove (in my car, a 96 purple Ford Escort) the couple of miles to the condo, and decided to write some songs for fun. I don't remember what the lyrics were...but I remember that I mythodically wrote the lyrics, making sure they rhymed, and everything. Then, after that, we decided to walk back. It would make me walk back to the condo tomorrow, and I'd get some exercise (Walking in the mountains was TEDIOUS) So we were walking back.
Now for some background information. We lived in a small town. Almost everybody knew everybody. That's the way things were. And recently, bad things had been happening. There was a mass murderer in town. He was killing people...with a knife. He'd raped and killed several women, and also had killed several men. No one knew who he was. No one knew what he wanted. But everyone was scared. People had been murdered at our hotel! And this person...whoever he or she was, just kept getting away with it.
Well, we were walking by the YMCA when a person we knew came speeding by in a dark bluish/greenish Ford Taurus. He was usually a really good driver, and it looked like he was trying to get away from something. Then, this guy in a blood red SUV came speeding by. The guy in the Taurus put on his turn signal, and turned really fast onto another street. The red SUV followed.
I didn't have to have anyone tell me what was going on. I knew it. And when we got back to the hotel, we heard that the guy in the Taurus had been murdered. The police wouldn't buy our evidence, though. Just because there were two cars speeding on the street didn't mean that the red car was going to murder the guy in the Taurus. For crying out loud! This guy was going to get off again! And we knew he'd be coming back to the hotel. Just knew it. We huddled in fear in our room, checking the windows to see if the blood red SUV was coming back.
Ah! My mom needs her computer...so I'll finish this dream laterz.