So what happened is, I'm in this log cabin and its a huge log cabin, and everyone around me including myself is practicing archery, and we're shooting at these targets that are about a football field away. Its dark outside and the cabin smelled of cedar and there was a soft lamplight glow. As I looked around I noticed that a lot of people were wearing hooded cloaks and some were still changing into their hooded cloaks. I looked down and I'm already wearing one, and when I looked back up, to my surprise, I saw my little brother there. He's with some of his friends. And they're joking around kind of laughing at everyone putting on the cloaks, when he saw me and he came walking over to me. Then all of a sudden the warm flicker of the fire lamps grew dim and the atmosphere grew tense I could feel it almost get colder.
I asked him "What the heck are you doing here?"
He said "I followed you out your window."
"You have to leave, now!" I told him sternly.
"It's too late now," he informed me calmly "Some guy is chopping down the bridge. . . Hey, can I get one of those cloaks?"
Panicked I threw him a cloak, he would need it now "And make sure your friends get into one too!" I yelled as I ran outside just in time to see the last swing of the ax chop down the rickety rope bridge I had apparently come across, because as I looked around I observed that we were on a cliff like pillar and all around us was a deep dark ring of nothingness and outside that ring was nothing but thick dark deciduous forest. It seemed to go on forever. Overwhelmed I took a few steps back toward the cabin. 'how did I get here?' I ran back inside. The lamps had all but gone out by now and everyone was dead silent, still, and all looking in the same direction. Fear took over my heart as I slowly I began to search the faces of the hooded figures around me trying to find my brother, when a hooded figure behind me told me "Stop, be still, They're coming." I thought two things in that moment, one 'I recognize that voice,' and two 'who are "they"?' but in the next moment my second thought was answered, because then all hell broke loose.
All at once arrows were lit with fire and shot off into the darkness I then heard several yelps like that of a hound being wounded. Then out of the darkness the other team came in droves gnashing their teeth and swinging their knives at us, arrows flew fast and true. and soon enough the the cabin caught flame. I was still scared for the safety of my little brother and stood on the platform and shouted "Stop!!! Why are we killing each other?!?! this is ridiculous!!"
The ones who had heard me shouted back "If you're not with us, you're against us." and they turned their arrows on me.
Then I woke up.
Intense right?
I have dreams like that a lot. like one time I was attacked by ninjas in a movie theater, and they were the ninjas from the power Rangers those little pawn guys that you can KO in one hit. Me and my friends teamed up on them and defeated them and took their sweet sports car. and it was cool cause my friend came back from his mission to help us.
Then I had one about Harry Potter meets Pirates of the Caribbean. That was pretty sweet. that same night I had another dream about my Physics Teacher trying to tell me something really important but I was deaf to only his voice.
There was another where my choir went to this rickety old house on a field trip. While we were there a banshee came to haunt it and I got killed because I was the only one who couldn't hear the screech but at the same time I was also the banshee. So that was a little weird. and that one didn't really scare me though, until the day after when I had mulled it over in my brain.
And I had one where the witch in Scooby-Doo's "Which Witch is Which" and her zombie partner tried to kill my little sister. We were in this abandoned warehouse and that one scared me to death I woke up screaming "NO!!!" in the middle of the night.
So yeah I don't know what it is but all of my dreams are really vivid and kind of awesome in their own way. So what are some of your craziest dreams?
