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This blog is about two people and their dreams, and a place where they can write them down so they wont forget, maybe one day theyll come in handy.

Crazy dream by Rob

Abby and I were late for a class after we went out for lunch during our 15 minute break. Everything was fine. We walked into the campus center and everything was a little weird. Colors seemed different, and it was a little darker than usual for that time. (like 4pm ish). We walked to where our class was supposed to be. We noticed the door was locked, and that it was way later than how long we were actually gone. It should have been around 1, but it was 4:30.
We walk a little back into the open area, and this girl dressed in normal black clothes walks between us and opens the door me and Abby tried to get into. We walk over to it and ask if she is late, too. She says "The class ended at 1:30, why would I be late for that?". We look inside to find a black women's blazer hanging off the counter, covered in blood. This is when we realize something is real different. We encountered no other people on our way in. We ask the girl whats going on. Suddenly she stands real still, looks us in the eyes very scared and says "Mama is coming. I can hear her coming up the stairwell!" We look at each other, confused, and back to the girl. "Come ON!" She grabs my wrist and we all start to run. I hear a squeak of a door open behind us. I look back just in time to see an older woman wearing all black with black beehive hair coming out of the stairwell. We turn a corner before she looks us to see us. All I know is that she is to be avoided at all costs.
"Can we hide somewhere?" I asked, but the girl just says "She's looking for people. She will always find us as long as we stay still here! I'm afraid she's going to pick up speed..." We run down an abandoned hallway as the sunlight filters through the frosted glass bricks on the wall, golden light everywhere. At the end, on the corner of the wall facing us, is a smeared track of blood, shining in the light. We take a right and exit the building into the city. We run across an entire block of the city that was empty of everything but trees and grass. A few people have blankets set up in the grass with trinkets spread out, selling them. We see a dark looming building with moldy looking people sanding outside. I think it's a mall. We run inside, and the girl slows down.
"Mama doesn't come here" she said in a terrified voice. "But Nana has her job here. She is slower, and if she finds us, we might not die terrified." Me and Abby are terrified now, anyway. We look around and I notice that people all look very weird. Humble in a creepy way. All looking for the same thing, it seems. Some of them have hollow eyes like a skeleton. Some push carts, others carry bags. We walk around until we end up inside the cinema inside the mall. Little girls with gray skin and no eyes paint images that look like the movie posters. For some reason this room also holds a small food court.
We sit down in a ring of people, someone passing around a small crusty can of raviolis and a rusty spoon. People eat from it feverishly. The girl and Abby each take only 1 ravioli, and I pass the can off to my right without taking any. I get up and walk over to the food at the food court.
The salad looks mildly appetizing, but it looks like it contains chunks of dog food. There is a small grasshopper sitting on the edge of the food with a sign next to it that says "Free Salad: Love a Grasshopper". A woman points her eyeless face in my direction and says "Its open to all, deary!". A man behind me looks at me impatiently and says "Well? Go ahead!" I'm not sure what to do, and the man looks like he is getting mad, so I reach over to the grasshopper and it hops away, into the salad. I notice there are 2 others in the salad, waiting. I reach for another one and it hops speedily into the position by the sign. The woman gives a nervous giggle. I look towards the other food that looks like mush and I reach in my pockets for money. When I reach them in, i realize they are filled with black crickets. I quickly toss them out of my pockets and suddenly hear a booming voice come from the lady earlier, "The GRASSHOPPERS don't like the CRICKETS!". I jumped and quickly apologized, confused and scared. I walk over to Abby and the girl and they stand up.
The girl says, "I need to sleep. Let's go find a sleep dorm upstairs and stay for a while." She quickly runs out of the room. Me and Abby try to catch up, but she loses us somewhere on the stairwell. We climb them and check each floor. We eventually find the sleep dorms and we open the first one we see. There is the girl, asleep in a dark room atop a lofted bed. There is a tiny window allowing pin light into the room, as golden as the sunset. We stand in the doorway, and Abby begins to ask the girl where we are, and how we can escape. Just then I see an elderly woman start to shuffle toward us. I can see that her eyes hold only terror and hatred. She looks at me square in the eye. I look at the girl, then back at the woman, closer now but still down the entire hall. I look toward the girl on the bed, and I mutter, "Nana..."

The end, I guess I died at the end. I got woken up by a fire drill.

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