Extermination

Nightmare 4.5.2018

I am shopping at a grocery store. While browsing the frozen foods aisle, I hear scurrying behind me and a strange moaning sound. I look and see two men with masks. One man wears a dirty, hockey goalie mask, like Jason Voorhees. I overhear several shoppers make suspicious comments that today there is supposed to be a shooting at this grocery store. I don't know if this information is true or false, but I hurry up and grab the last few items that I need. Several times I leave my cart and start walking to the exit but then change my mind and return to my shopping. I finish up and walk to the check-outs. At first, it looks as if no check-out is open. All the lights are off. Then, a woman in the dark says that her lane is open. It is so dark, I can't see my groceries or the lady checking me out.

Two guys from my high school class, (we'll call them) Bob and Jay, are planning on shooting up the local grocery store. I help them. We stand by the junk food. Bob tells me just to open whatever I want and eat it. He points to a box of snack cakes with colorful sprinkles. I start knocking packages off the shelf. We pull handguns from our clothes and carefully jog through the supermarket. When we see a person, we kill them. I find it hard to aim the pistol, but I still murder a few unsuspecting shoppers. Someone alerts the police. They show up through a side door. When I see them, I shoot at them, and they shoot at me. The thought that I could die crosses my mind. A load of shopping carts separates us. I raise up and shoot, but I miss. I sneak around the carts so they can't see me. I pop up near them. I mow down one and then the other. I pick up one of the officer's shotguns and run around the store murdering innocent people.

There are two female officers on one island I am on the next. I hear them talking. The shelves near me hold thousands of bottles of wine and other alcoholic beverages. I start taking the bottles and throwing them at the officers. I slowly walk forward as I throw, hoping that I'm getting closer to their position, as I can only hear them. At the end of the aisle, I pop out. The two officers are standing with their shopping carts about fifteen feet apart. I shoot one and then the other.

There is a hallway at the side of the store. There are no lights, but I can see that there are a few rooms and a ladder leading up. I climb the ladder to see where it leads. It leads to nowhere. Later that night, Bob and Jay will throw a grenade up the ladder and create a hole. They will then climb into the hole, which is giving off toxic gas. They will wait there until they die. I will hide down in the room below them. The toxicity of the gas will not harm me.

My mom and I are shopping at a grocery store at around 1 AM. I tell her about a dream I had where a mass shooting took place at the supermarket at 1:30 AM. She pulls out her cell phone and calls the police. I become stressed with her, telling her that it was only a dream. She calls the police anyway. They arrive and arrest the alleged shooter. Dream ends.

I wake up

Camp Stupid

Dream 11.18.17

I'm living at my old house in Middletown, Indiana. My family and I grow many animals. These animals are not earthly. For example, there is one that has the shape of a tadpole but is big and hairy like a groundhog. He hides in a bush. I try to get him out but am unsuccessful. Later, I find him dead in a fish tank. I put on a pair of rubber gloves and fish him out.

We hear a noise in the cornfield across the street. My sister, Morgan, runs toward the field. This scares me because who knows what is out there making that noise. She disappears in the corn. I hear other voices. I walk inside the crop and find a few strangers. One of them may or may not be a witch.

A youth camp is being held at my house. My dad is one of the leaders. We are being divided into two teams - red and blue - for sports and activities. The red team gets first pick. The leaders of the camp, including my dad, pick the three most athletic kids in camp to be on the red team. Then, they only pick one person for the blue team and then return to red. By the time the teams are chosen, one can see a huge difference in the two. The red team is by far the superior force. The blue team is filled with weaklings and nerds. I am on the blue team. The red team members are wearing red colored raggedy Ann wigs.

I am not usually someone who speaks out for the cause of fairness. I think "survival of the fittest" is fair enough, but this is just ridiculous. I stand up and confront the leaders in front of everyone. I slowly walk toward them as I ridicule their bias decision of picking teams. I walk over a bridge. There is a bridge in my house. By the time, I am done speaking, I am standing right in front of them. My dad pulls me aside to talk.

The teams are disbanded. They are then reassembled in a more honest manner. While this is being done, I go and stand by myself with my arms crossed. I can tell that the former red team members are angry with me. They had a winning team and I threw a wrench in their plans. In my mind I think that they probably don't like me but they at least respect me for standing up to injustice. I find out that I am still on the blue team, which is fine, since they are more even now. A few individuals on the teams have different colored bands on their sleeve. One boy with a band is told that he will be the medic for the blue team. He starts hyperventilating, saying that he himself has medical issues and cannot accept the duties of the medic. I find that I have four different colored bands on each of my arms. They tell me that I am the foreigner of the team. I have no idea what that means.

There is a boy at this camp. He is pale and bald. He looks like Jason Voorhees as a child or a war boy from Mad Max: Fury Road. Something is odd about this boy. I don't think he is human. It may be a little redundant at this point, but this is just the way my mind works, I think he is a demon. His face reminds me of Chucky from Child's Play. He gives everyone trouble. My dad tells me to watch the boy while he goes somewhere. Somehow, I shrink the boy. He is now 1 inch tall. I keep him in a small dollhouse that I hold in my hands. With his demonic abilities, he continually morphs the dollhouse to give me trouble. I keep my fingers away from the windows for fear that he will stab me.

My dad returns. He needs to give the boy a bath. Someone later tells me that the boy looks like a crocodile lying in the tub. I can see into the future. I find that my dad will build onto this house, a small bedroom and invite this boy to live with us. The boy will then become a serial killer. I tell my dad this. It doesn't seem to phase him. After the boy gets out of the tub and dries off, I notice that he is taller and has hair. He is now an old friend of mine from middle school named Kirk. He puts his hand out and I shake it. Dream ends.

I wake up