Dream starts and my parents are cops, we’re living in my grandmother’s house (where I’m going for Thanksgiving), and the state prison is next door (it’s not in real life). My parents are working on this big case against a serial killer. I apparently help them on their cases in some capacity, so they bring me in to talk to him. He is very quiet, admits to being guilty, and for some bizarre reason, I feel like I have a connection with him.
After seeing/speaking with him, I leave the prison sick to my stomach. Mad/upset/and confused that I have any sort of feeling for him. Later that night, I wonder back into the prison area (something I guess I do a lot in dream world). I see him walking around aimlessly. We talk and I ask him why he killed all those girls and he just says because he didn’t know what to do. He never knew how to act right and he didn’t know what else to do. I look at him like he’s crazy, and he just looks lost, but with this “I’ve done horrible things” look in his eyes.
I feel sick again and get nervous. He then tells me that he would never hurt me because he feels close to me for some reason and doesn’t want to see me dead. I look at him like he’s crazy again and then head back home. As soon as I get back, I run to my bathroom and throw up. I’m completely disgusted with myself.
Over the next few dream weeks, I feel us getting closer and I keep getting more conflicted. In my dream, while I’m dream sleeping (lol) I dream of him killing all his victims. The next time I visit him, I see it all again, him smothering all the girls. He notices I’m uncomfortable, and tells me that he would take it back if he could. I ask him if he’s found God. He just looks at me.
Afterwards my parents take me aside to talk. They tell me that they think he’s playing me. That I’m a game for him since he’s locked up and can’t kill/rape any other girls. I have a sinking feeling in my gut and nod my head. They say what I’ve been thinking all along and I belief them.
The day of his execution comes along. People are out cheering and celebrating in front of the prison. I see him one last time on his way to the electric chair. He tells me he loves me and that he’s sorry for all the pain he’s caused me and that he wished he could take it away. I just stand there, frozen, not saying anything as the police escort him away. A few minutes later a bell sounds. He’s dead.
I head home amidst the cheering crowd, they’re dancing now. When I get home, I make myself something to eat. I feel funny, but not sad. I’m almost relieved that he is dead. Justice has been served. I’m just about to eat my sandwich when I hear this strange noise.
Someone has broken in. I drop my sandwich and go hide in the bathroom. I don’t even have to think to know who it is. It’s the areas new serial killer, emulating James (two things: one, that’s my serial killer’s name and two, I always name guys James in my dreams lol). I hear the killer prowl around the house looking for me. I know I can’t stay where I am, but I’m too scared to move. Then something happens, I feel James. Feel like as in guardian angel feel, and I hear him in my head. He tells me to leave the bathroom and try and make it to my cell phone so I can call the cops.
He then guides me in how to do it. Dodging the killer at all the right times and places. I then get to my phone. I call, they’ll be there in a second. James then helps me evade the killer a little bit longer, until the cops arrive. A female cop then escorts me out of the house and wraps me in a blanket while several other cops go after the killer. I then meet up with my parents in the rest of the squad in the drive way. My parents tell me about how scared they were and how happy they are to see me alive.
I, however, can’t stop thinking about James and how he saved me. I think about how he’s probably working to redeem himself right now and saving me was one of his steps. I also realize that I loved him too and wonder if he’ll get a second chance. I then hear gun shots from the house the cops have killed the killer.
Time jump, the cop who escorted me out of the house is taking me to where all the bodies are kept of the people they execute. What it is, is shelves upon shelves of buckets with dirt in them or rather, ashes. She explains to me that half of them will come back to life and kill again while the other half with remain dead and dormant. I see that James ashes are on the dormant side and I get upset. Then everything goes still. Like time freeze, I turn and see that the cop and the shelves on the right of me are gone. In their place is a grave covered over in grass. It has James name on it. I stare at it, transfixed. I then see all the events that occurred between me and James flash by, but a little differently.
Dream jump, James is alive again. He is imprison for stealing, we are dating, but I suspect that he killed someone too. He is currently in trial for a death of a young girl. The same event
After seeing/speaking with him, I leave the prison sick to my stomach. Mad/upset/and confused that I have any sort of feeling for him. Later that night, I wonder back into the prison area (something I guess I do a lot in dream world). I see him walking around aimlessly. We talk and I ask him why he killed all those girls and he just says because he didn’t know what to do. He never knew how to act right and he didn’t know what else to do. I look at him like he’s crazy, and he just looks lost, but with this “I’ve done horrible things” look in his eyes.
I feel sick again and get nervous. He then tells me that he would never hurt me because he feels close to me for some reason and doesn’t want to see me dead. I look at him like he’s crazy again and then head back home. As soon as I get back, I run to my bathroom and throw up. I’m completely disgusted with myself.
Over the next few dream weeks, I feel us getting closer and I keep getting more conflicted. In my dream, while I’m dream sleeping (lol) I dream of him killing all his victims. The next time I visit him, I see it all again, him smothering all the girls. He notices I’m uncomfortable, and tells me that he would take it back if he could. I ask him if he’s found God. He just looks at me.
Afterwards my parents take me aside to talk. They tell me that they think he’s playing me. That I’m a game for him since he’s locked up and can’t kill/rape any other girls. I have a sinking feeling in my gut and nod my head. They say what I’ve been thinking all along and I belief them.
The day of his execution comes along. People are out cheering and celebrating in front of the prison. I see him one last time on his way to the electric chair. He tells me he loves me and that he’s sorry for all the pain he’s caused me and that he wished he could take it away. I just stand there, frozen, not saying anything as the police escort him away. A few minutes later a bell sounds. He’s dead.
I head home amidst the cheering crowd, they’re dancing now. When I get home, I make myself something to eat. I feel funny, but not sad. I’m almost relieved that he is dead. Justice has been served. I’m just about to eat my sandwich when I hear this strange noise.
Someone has broken in. I drop my sandwich and go hide in the bathroom. I don’t even have to think to know who it is. It’s the areas new serial killer, emulating James (two things: one, that’s my serial killer’s name and two, I always name guys James in my dreams lol). I hear the killer prowl around the house looking for me. I know I can’t stay where I am, but I’m too scared to move. Then something happens, I feel James. Feel like as in guardian angel feel, and I hear him in my head. He tells me to leave the bathroom and try and make it to my cell phone so I can call the cops.
He then guides me in how to do it. Dodging the killer at all the right times and places. I then get to my phone. I call, they’ll be there in a second. James then helps me evade the killer a little bit longer, until the cops arrive. A female cop then escorts me out of the house and wraps me in a blanket while several other cops go after the killer. I then meet up with my parents in the rest of the squad in the drive way. My parents tell me about how scared they were and how happy they are to see me alive.
I, however, can’t stop thinking about James and how he saved me. I think about how he’s probably working to redeem himself right now and saving me was one of his steps. I also realize that I loved him too and wonder if he’ll get a second chance. I then hear gun shots from the house the cops have killed the killer.
Time jump, the cop who escorted me out of the house is taking me to where all the bodies are kept of the people they execute. What it is, is shelves upon shelves of buckets with dirt in them or rather, ashes. She explains to me that half of them will come back to life and kill again while the other half with remain dead and dormant. I see that James ashes are on the dormant side and I get upset. Then everything goes still. Like time freeze, I turn and see that the cop and the shelves on the right of me are gone. In their place is a grave covered over in grass. It has James name on it. I stare at it, transfixed. I then see all the events that occurred between me and James flash by, but a little differently.
Dream jump, James is alive again. He is imprison for stealing, we are dating, but I suspect that he killed someone too. He is currently in trial for a death of a young girl. The same event