Dreams, KEEP IT PG Options

[Charmy]

Well, mention some of the dreams you had, I guess. Because people can have some pretty outrages dreams O_O Sadly for me, I never really remember my dreams, or when I am I'm actually halve awake D: But one I had this morning included in me going to a dance school, and a guy popping a balloon in my mouth *Shiver* Random. Well, what's been happening in your dreams?

[Zen Clarke]

Old topic! Lawlz. But I can't stop thinking about my dream from last night. D:

Alrighty. I recall looking in the mirror, and stopping for a minute, because my blonde streaks were really bright. I think it caught my attention because as of late they've been fading, and last night I attempted to make them come back more again. Then I was in the living room (quite a trick, seeing as they're on opposite sides of the house). It was dark, and the lights were off in the house for some reason. I was crawling on the floor, towards the kitchen. I saw a tank in there, and there was a little girl, about four or five floating in it. She was my little sister, and I knew that she was a vegetable, basically (not literally; I mean mentally). I remember the tank being on the little wooden chips that they have at playgrounds, and the next thing I recall, is lying on the floor, staring at the woodchips, and there was no tank. I picked up one of the chips and stared at it for a moment, then went to the study. My sister was in there, putting up Christmas lights by the window (on the inside ._.). I asked her where our sister had gone, and she went, "She's dead, don't you remember? She died this morning. Mom burned the corpse and got rid of the evidence." (Because for some reason, the government didn't know she existed. :|) And she told me this like I had asked the time of day or something. She then went back to work, at which point a man who we only barely knew popped up on the other side of the window, putting up decorations of his own. I was in complete shock, and walking to my room, but I did hear him go, "Holy %(*&! You scared me!" to my sister. I closed my door, and went over to my bed, and I found I was still holding the chip from earlier. With that, I broke down crying, because it seemed I was the only one who cared that my sister was dead. I then started to think about how I was going to have to come here, and make a topic saying that I probably wasn't going to be around as much because of what had happened. Then I was thinking about when my mom had had my sister, and I seem to recall some crazy scientists, but it was all blurry, even in the dream, and then my mom was waking me up, telling me I had to get up.

Everytime I think about this dream, I get sad, and I don't know why. I don't have any younger sibilings, and I like it that way (to be frank, I'm a little selfish like that) for the most part. But every time I think about that little girl, and how I was the only one who seemed to care that she had died...it makes me sad.