May 16, 2002
Death

I always dream about my own death. Majority of the time, I get hit by cars. There's a fire once in a while, and there's also been a few times my friends stab me or poison me or shoot me. But this was really disturbing.

Originally it started out with me and this guy - no idea who it was - walking to somewhere... like, some important building. I also had a baby. Then there was some other stuff, but I really can't remember what it was. I left the baby with the guy and started walking home alone. That's always the wrong thing to do, isn't it.

At first, this whole place was very unrecognizable. But then I was around my neighborhood. I was just past the Eel River Bridge when I got this eerie feeling. I heard a really deep voice behind me and I spun around. It got louder, and louder, but still indistinct.

I had failed to notice that the branches in the woods had been formed into a cage. This cage lifted, and a pair of dogs ran out.

Now in my head, I'm thinking 'oh shit, i'm gonna die again' because of my history of death dreams. But this was completely different. This was almost real. I had to stay asleep, hoping maybe this forseen death would reveal something about real life. Or, death, rather.

The dogs ran straight at me, and the last thing my dream body saw was bloody dog teeth. I slammed my eyes shut and my actual heart was racing. I wasn't really in pain... it was more inside my heart that it hurt. The black that you usually see when you close your eyes was now speckled with red and white, mistry sort of shapes. The deep voice I heard before was even louder, and I could have sworn it was the devil. The red and white shapes ripped in half in front of me, and as stupid as it sounds, I almost felt my soul rip in half.

Then I woke up.

It was the most fucked up dream I had ever had. I always bragged about dying in dreams. Most people say they die, but wake up before they actually see it. I guess I always woke up before I really died before too, because this was intense.

But fuck, it was 5:30, there's no way I was staying up to think about it.

I guess that's what you get for watching The Omen.

- Molly{3:49 pm}

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