I took a nap today and had this crazy dream. I was with several people, one of which was my brother and the others friends whom I cant specifically remember. We were walking down a road lined with houses. It was night time and the only thing illuminating our path was the yellow glow of the street lights. We walked to the end of the road where we stopped at a house. No one lived in the house. It was old and made out of tree logs, like an old pioneers cabin. It looked out of place amongst the modern brick houses. There were reports of strange activity happening inside the house and we were sent to investigate these paranormal happenings. Why? I dont know, but i guess we were supposed to be a team of ghost busters or something. So we go into the house and inside is furnished. It looked like a very modern day home, despite the exteriors appearance. The colour of the walls was this ugly pale teal colour and there were old victorian portraits of people I didnt know. The house was lit with white lights but when I looked up the stairs to the second floor, it was pitch dark. We all sat at the dinner table and layed some cards down. The cards had symbols on them and someone started to chant something. Suddenly the house shook and the portraits fell from the walls. The teal paint was melting and I could see the darkness from the second floor making its way down the stairs. In a panick i closed my eyes and put my hands in front of me. There was a flash of blue light and my skin felt cold. I opened my eyes and everything in the house had turned to ice. Everyone at the table turned to me, looks of disappointment on their face. We almost had it, they said, but then you just had to freeze the damn thing. Then I woke up. I think that was supposed to be a nightmare, but I was more excited by the fact that I was Elsa.
Posted on: Sun, 11 Jan 2015 03:23:01 +0000