Ducks At A Distance

This is a small long and I’m sorry. I’ve got some real vivid bullspit going on in my head.

I was someone I’m really not. That’s not odd. I had three friends with me, two guys and one girl. We were walking to a observatory at night. A lot of public were. Public were telling fortunes there. The moon was out and it was huge and yellow and all mottled.

Randomly, one of the guys stopped walking. He told the girl he loved her. He had a present for her. It looked like a mutilated baby doll wrapped in plastic. We were all excellent friends in the dream. The girl just shook her head “no” and walked away with the other guy, and I was stuck with the loverboy. I told him it was okay, then went home. He went home, too.

The next part, I wasn’t in, but I saw loverboy go home. His dad was on the couch watching TV. The kid got a knife and stabbed his dad, not saying a word.

There was something floating around his household, too, that the kid did not see. It was this disgusting ghostly, purple-cloaked, melted-metal-faced Halloween creeper. It frightened the crap outta me.

I was subdue his friend because I was a excellent person. I came to his household with the body on the couch and the purple, metal-face floating around through parapet and doors. At some point, the kid bleeding himself. He was wearing clothes before, then he started pacing around his household naked, the skin off his chest, back, and butt cleaned off. I was subdue his friend though, somehow.

The kid chose he sought after to kill the boy who had been with us that night he told the girl he loved her. So he invited a load of kids over. The kids came, and they got a gun and walked outside. I watched through the window all the kids scream and scatter. I watched the kid walk around with the gun. At one point, he turned to the window I was in, forgot who I was, and he aimed.

I had to play duck-for-your-life in the income room. He kept moving to two different windows, had two angles on me. I had to go. I was pretty peed that he was trying to shoot me, after all we went through. I got sick of moving and everlastingly broke in a run for the back door.

I got to the door, and some girls were screaming and banging on it, wanting in. I ran back through the income room and to the bathroom. I started to shut the door, but someone had the handle on the other side. I fought and fought, and everlastingly thought, “FINE! Kill me,” and leggo.

The purple THING had the door on the other side. It patted me on the back. Told me to run.

In the income room, two girls were huddled up. “He’s in the backyard,” they were saying, and we all tried the front door. The girls, for some reason, sought after to steal the front door. I just ran. I ran and ran and ran, down the street (this was the street I lived on) and to a church.

I thought the purple thing was chasing me subdue, and I had to get in. I pulled on the doors but they wouldn’t open, and I fell on my knees and thought, “God despises me! He won’t let me in!” Then someone inside opened the door and I realized it was a push, not a pull.

I got in and was crying. The father called me up to sit by him, so he could help me get over what happened. Before I could clarify what went on, my alarm clock went off.

What kind of crap is this? It gives me the creeps just thinking about that purple thing. Any suggestions. And thanx if you read this far, more thanx if you answer.
Not “they” had a gun. Just the creep in my dream had the gun. Otherwise, there doubtless would have been more bangs and less screaming.
I’ve had a lot of dreams lately with this sort of gothic, world-ending, death twange. I’m not depressed, but I’m frightened alot, I guess.