Writing down a disturbing dream I had last night. This is what I wrote:
I had a disturbing dream that made me cry in my sleep last night. I dream that me and Desiree Casado, Bert, Ernie and few of my close friends (3) went to a convention to see Bill Clinton and Barack Obama at Sesame Workshop. Until when it started getting dark and we where in the train station at Fulton Street (Manhattan) by the escalators waiting for the 2 train to arrive.... This is where it gets disturbing: ALL trains on that electronic schedule said Out of Service". So Desiree, Bert, Ernie, 3 close friends of mine and I were playing on the escalators. We were having so much fun that the station started to get packed with hundreds of people and one of those people started losing patience and pull out a Minigun, killing MOST people that were at the station. People were running for there lives and tumbling on each other. I couldn't see the gang and I asked the 3 police men of the whereabouts of my friends and they told me they don't know but will search for them once things settle down. Eventually the police arrested the person with the Minigun and one of the officers took me to where my friends were . . . Only
ONE survived and that was "Ernie". . . As for Desiree and the others . . . They were
dead. . . I cried over Desiree's corpse and then I woke up with tears streaming down my face. It feel good to be honest... Because I was still upset over failing my road test a second time. Not to mention the disappointed looks from both my instructor and father and both of them giving me a hard time. I had negative thoughts in my head and this dream let them out...