When I fall asleep I have visions. I know they aren't real because dreams aren't real, but I can see was hasn't happened yet.
One night I had a dream and There was A woman. I knew her as someone who talked to me once a week. I talked back to her but she didn't understand me. In my dream she went home, she has a nice home I like her blood stained carpet that she tries to cover up, and when she got home she murdered herself.
It hasn't happened she still comes and talks to me once a week but I think she can only take so much more. Or at least that is what I saw in her mind. I don't want my dream to happen, I just want her to be like me. I want her to be my friend. But she can never be my friend unless she stops walking through door.
One dream I had a long time ago. It was of Alice, but she died. She was stabbed over and over by a stranger. I've never heard this from Alice, but the stab wounds from my dream are where Alice has her scars.
The reason I know I can see what hasn't happened in my dreams is because a long time ago I had a dream that door was ripped to shreds, the next day they replaced door and, in the process, was ripped to shreds. I smiled.
