Dream – 1/31/2008
I’m a newspaper reporter and get a call from a guy who says I need to meet him at a restaurant or else something bad will happen. He says he has information for a story maybe.
I take my daughters and my girlfriend to the restaurant. We sit at a round table with the guy. He looks like the bad guy from “The Incredibles,” Syndrome. He has evil in his eyes.
The restaurant has closed. We lie down on top of the table with a blanket over us. I need to protect the girls from him. He is up to no good.
I feel a sharp blade scraping against my calf. It is him. I wake up.
“Stop! In the name of Jesus!” I yell to him and I say to this dream as I do not want to dream this anymore.
I don’t dream of this anymore and go back to sleep, this time peacefully.
