So, it’s been a while and life has been chaotic for many of us. I’ve had a few dreams that I have wanted to share but haven’t had the time to type them up and post them. But last night, I had a nightmare. It was so vivid and realistic, that it’s one of the few that I didn’t realize was a dream until it was over.

So, here it is, make of it what you will:

I was in a desert town, possibly somewhere in Texas, Nevada or New Mexico, with a girl and two guys. The girls name was Jamie Lynne and I felt like I’d known her my whole life. The guys we had just met after getting off a bus from Buffalo, NY.

Upon approaching my friend and I, the guys asked us if we wanted to hit up a party. JL was very interested and I went along to make sure she was safe. (I’m not a drinker, awake or apparently in my sleep, which may be why it was hard to know this was a dream). We approached a house in a fairly average looking neighbourhood. It was a box style house with a white picket fence that surrounded the property, less the driveway. The front fence was about 3 feet high but the sides and back were at least 12 feet high. Also, instead of grass, there were white stones where the yard was.

The house itself was unremarkable, but the inside had a strange layout. It was a bit like a maze of halls leading from room to room. After going in, one of the guys disappeared while the other took us to a back bedroom to get ready. The room was bright and pleasant looking with a bed towards the back, a window and a dresser with a mirror above it. Next to the dresser was an outlet for our hair tools.

He told us to start getting ready and he would be back. He wanted to get spruced up a bit himself and he seemed fairly charming and had a calming smile. So, we unpacked our curling iron and flat iron and makeup and began to primp. We were in there for a bit but the time flew by and we were suddenly looking ready to socialize. Just as we put our makeup and hair things away. He came back in, his timing was perfect.

JL was very excited to get out there and mingle with some new people. While getting ready, we had been talking about the Buffalo Social Scene becoming overrated and that knowing everyone everywhere we went had become so boring, which is why we had hopped a bus and left. So, when he came in just as we’d packed everything back up, JL was thrilled to get to peruse a new scene. He asked if we were ready and JL was like “Absolutely! Let’s go!”

The guy had been holding JL’s hand and leading her and I outside. We noticed along the side of the house was a shed that was covered in white, quilted sound proofing mats. My hackles raised at the sight. Two men stood on either side of the shed. When they saw our host approaching, they began removing some of the mats and revealed a door. The guy opened it and stepped inside. He then turned towards us and put his hand out to help JL in. She looked back at me and beamed a smile of utter excitement.

As I was about to step in, the guy with JL tells me to hang on and wait my turn. He would take us in one by one. For some reason, I assumed there was a ladder leading to something larger below the tiny shed. He and JL disappeared into the darkness and the two men outside closed the door and started to put the mats back up.

Suddenly, I feel like the world around me is in utter chaos and confusion. First, I hear a scream from somewhere, though I couldn’t tell from where. So, I run back into the house and find the room where JL and I had gotten ready. Then the guy who had disappeared at the beginning comes running in, covered in blood. I couldn’t tell if it was his blood or not as he was thoroughly saturated. He looks around then screams “We have to go, NOW!”

Before I can grab my purse, he grabs my wrist and pulls me out of the room. I realize my friend is in danger, too and I try to break his grip to run back to the shed but I’m confused about which hallway the exit was. He tells me it won’t do any good, that I’ll just get killed, too. Then he tries to lead me to the front of the house. I grab the closest object which is a cordless phone and I hit him in the face with it. He lets go and I run through the house looking for that hallway and the side exit.

As I’m running, I’m trying to scream but only whispers will come out. I start to panic. After running through a labyrinth of halls, I find the door to the yard and rush out. Just as I get to the side corner of the house, my parents pull up. I tried to stop dead in my tracks and wind up falling, and sliding on the stones. My Dad has his head out the driver’s side window and is yelling for me to get in the car and that we have to get out of here.

In that moment, I realize I still have the phone in my hand, so I try dialling 911. It takes me several tries, my fingers feel like fat, numb sausages and I can’t seem to hit the correct buttons. Finally, I get the right combination plugged into the phone and hit dial. An operator comes on the line and I tell him I need help. I say my friend has been murdered and then I see the guy come out of the shed, beelining towards me. I yell into the phone “Oh My Goddess, He’s going to kill me!” He’s covered in blood, too and chases me to my parents car.

I throw the phone at him, hitting him above his left eye which makes him stall for a moment. I jump in the back seat and my Dad starts to peel away. Suddenly, I yell to my Dad “STOP”! He slams on the brakes and I jump out, running back towards the house. My Mother had jumped out after me and began to follow, demanding I tell her what I’m doing. I tell her as we are running that I forgot my purse and if he finds it, he’ll know where I live. My Mom says “got it, let’s get it and go”. I rush into the house, my Mom close behind and find my way through the maze to the bedroom.

My Mother stays at the door keeping watch while I desperately hunt for my purse. I find it poking out from under the bed and grab it. Seeing I found what I was looking for, my Mom grabs my arm and rushes us back out. Except she isn’t deterred by the hallways. She raises her hand in front of her and barrels right through the walls, making her own exit. We come out very close to the car. Then again, chaos ensues and several things happen in quick succession.

As my Moms pulling me toward the car, the shed guy appears and grabs my wrist, trying to pull me to the shed. A police officer comes out of no where and tackles the guy, yelling to my parents to get me out of there. My Mother shoves me into the back seat, hops in the front then my Dad hits the gas. I move to the centre of the back seat and am looking ahead with my parents, prepared to start answering a stream of unhappy questions.

I hear a bang and something slams hard into the back of may head (a bullet?). It waked me so violently that Fell out of bed. But as I awoke, my Dad’s voice rang in my ears, yelling “What the fuck was that?!”.

This was possibly the most intense, realistic dream I have ever experienced. I’m so deeply glad it’s over.