Another dream(This time a nightmare with a significant plot! Yay?)
So basically I'm about 8 years old and one of my church leaders found my sketchbook and was "thoroughly disturbed" by one of my poetry drawings (a wolf in a chair tearing my skull open to eat the contents and text above that I cannot remember) I lied and said it was metaphorical. (I was treated like I was schizophrenic because why tbh my behavior and the whole plot was giving schizophrenia and even from my perspective there wasnt much proof that it was real until later)
In this dream i had been chased by different evil spirits/beings my whole waking life who either wanted to kill me, eat my brain and leave the body for my parents to discover, or a secret third option that is in the next part of the dream.
I'm 14 now, the spirits never stopped but they became rare over time and one day I'm housesitting at my grandmothers house. My dad drops me off and I sleep in her laundry room(safest in the house, no serious spirits and a window just in case) but I hear a sound come from my grandmother's room, like a loud thump.
Against my better judgment I walk through the hallway to find the source of the noise (wouldn't survive in a horror movie ahh behavior) and in my grandmothers room I'm met with the body of an overweight white woman, long light brown hair, face down on the mattress. There wasn't any implication that she was dead so I assumed it was another hallucination. Regardless I poked her to wake her up, she was cold and stiff and I had just touched a corpse! Yay! I called my dad to come pick me up and I ran out of the house, he came almost immediately. (w father frfr) I tried to tell him what's been going on and he kept trying to go inside the house and I eventually just physically turned him around, stuck my head over his shoulder and said "there's a dead woman in the house and I don't know how she got there." Eventually he decides to go check it out later and drive me home now because of how disturbed I was behaving.
We get into the car and the windows are down, there's a boy playing in the streets (I can't remember if it was day or night I think it switched halfway through the drive) my dad tries to drive around him to which this child responds by JUMPING IN FRONT OF THE CAR AND MAKING US HIT HIM. We get out of the car and while still twitching and "dying" on the pavement he just looks up and says something along the lines of "no one will ever believe you" and sticks his tongue out at us. We drive out and the entire ride home this boy is just standing on the side of the road next to us, like he's moving with the car without running, my windows won't roll up and the spirit keeps yelling at us and that's when it clicked.
They were trying to frame me and my father for murder.
AND THEN I WOKE UP SHAKING IN MY BOOTS LIKE A LITTLE BABY BECAUSE I HAVENT HAD A DREAM/NIGHTMARE THAT GRAPHIC OR WITH THAT DETAILED OF A PLOT IN ACTUAL YEARS.
