The first death started off with me in the woods; it was dark. I don't know why I was there just that I wasn't suppose to be there. There was these two guys off in the distance at the trunk of a car, they had a light hanging from the trunk. They look paranoid; looking around making sure there wasn't any witnesses I suppose. So I'm looking and watching them, fearing that they would see me I attempt to readjust myself to another side of the woods out of harm reach. Being that this is the woods, there are brush and dry leaves on the ground; so they hear me and begin coming towards the sound with flashlights. So I run, I run and run and run, I got out of their line of sight and hid behind a large tree just to see them right behind me with guns to my head and they pulled the trigger and I died.
The second one started me off in the back of a moving van but of course it was night. Inside the van where I was at was very bright as if the sun was in there with me. There were others sitting around crying and holding themselves; they were tied up. I'm standing up, looking around noticing that I'm not tied up. The moving van door was wide open and there were people at a car standing there talking as if they don't see the moving van sitting there with this bright light with someone standing up looking at them. They looked towards my direction; they had these large red eyes and sharp teeth and they began to run towards me but stopped right when I tried to jump out the back of the truck. While I was jumping for my life I saw them smile and seen their sharp fangs glistening against the moon-light. I didn't know why they were smiling so wide until I blew up. There were landmines around the back of the moving van.
The third time, I'm on my way home from the a video game convention; I was walking. I'm always aware of my surroundings even in my dreams so I wasn't surprised when I noticed something odd. There was this field and in this field there was a garden and the person who owns this garden had a scarecrow in their garden to keep away the birds. So I noticed that the scarecrow moved; and every step I took it got closer and closer to me. So I began to run. Faster and faster I ran but it seems like the faster I ran the farthest my house began to be. I'm thinking "
If I keep this up, he won't catch me and I'll be home free." Well that all changed when grabbed me by my ankles and dragged me back to the field. I fought and fought for my sense of freedom. At one point he lost his grip and I ran again but of course he was right there to grab me again. Even with a minor concussion I was still putting up a fight. I finally looked at him and his face it was so disgusting; his eye sockets were empty and his mouth was sewn up. His "skin" looked as if it was sewn together with other people's skin. This is when I decide to scream for help, as if someone chasing me wasn't enough to get a scream out of me. As he I was screaming I heard him say, "
I need you." So I'm really scared now because he "
needs" me. No telling but I was soon to find out. He wanted me to take his place as a scarecrow. I remember him taking me down in this underground room and basically empty out my body including my soul and for some reason I would not die. He sewed up my lips and took out my eyes. He put my eyes in his head. It was like my soul was watching the whole ordeal and all the while I was praying and hoping I died but I wouldn't. He sewed me up, put me in my place, smiled then walk away.
So those were my dreams. Apparently if you die in your dreams you don't die in your sleep.
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