I keep having weird dreams. Imma post 'em so you can read them if you really want to. It's weird how when you're telling someone your dreams you remember dreams you had a long time ago that you had forgotten the second you woke up. It's like you're tapping into that part of your brain that remembers dreams. Sometimes I can't remember when I had the dream. If it was that night or years ago. Right now I just remembered a dream I had about a year ago but I don't remember enough to tell it. Something with looking for shells on this dirty beach and you couldn't get caught in the waves because the water was acid (there was a huge factory across from the shore that was making the sky all black and polluting the water). Well, heres my dream from last night.

Part 1

My cousins and I were in my grandma's house (which wasn't really my grandmas house) and we had to hide from something (I think it was the parents). So we were all trying to find places to hide and I went into a bedroom and found a latch with pull down stairs on the ceiling. I opened it but instead of stairs there was a sheet attached, holding it up. Somehow I managed to climb through and, with the help of my cousin, pull the door back up. I was in this weird attic thing and I found some stairs that I could hide under. We kept get younger and younger so the younger we got, the more places we could hide.

Part 2

I was camping out by this swamp that was about waist deep and one day I decided to go for a swim. It was covered in that green slime you see on swamps and the sides were all mossy and gross. I don't know why I was swimming there because when I got halfway out I started to get really scared and disgusted from being out there. I had a backpack on and I was swimming in my dress with the teddy bears that I used to wear all the time when I was little. As I started to turn around I dropped everything out of my back pack and only had time to pick up two of the three things. I left my school binder because it fell so far away. This binder had all of my school stuff in it and it was sinking to the bottom of the swamp. I knew I could have swam back to get it but I was afraid something under the green slime would attack me. I got out and ran to my mom to tell her that I left my binder there. She told me i would need chest waders (google them if you don't know what they are) to be able to go back out there. So a day later we were at home and I had to go around to people in my neighborhood asking if they had any chest waders (although I kept calling them galoshes). So I went next door and asked this group of elderly people if they had any galoshes and one old woman who was clearly not comprehending anything I said gave me a handful of pink pills and said "galoshes." I told her they weren't galoshes and handed them back to her. She wouldn't take them though. She kept forcing them back in my hand saying "galoshes." I finally gave up and pocketed them. Another old man didn't know what galoshes were but handed me a few lit matches. I went back through the woods to my house knowing that it was probably hopeless to go look for it because the paper would have probably disintegrated by now.

Part 3

A ton of older people and I were sent on a mission to this strange planet and our part of the mission was completely random. We got on this boat and they sent about 5 of, us including me, down into this little pod/submarine thing. This guy was driving it and we were sent to where these alien monster killing machines were. We had to kill them all off but they were vicious and you couldn't hide from them. If they found you hiding they'd kill you and eat you. I was one of the only people left and I knew I couldn't kill them myself so I went down inside their ship and I found the pod thing and (while the aliens were chasing me) got back in. The driver was sleeping and I thought he was dead so I shook him and he woke up and drove us out of there. The end.