This nightmare is really old and from when I was like six. it’s not in my DJ. 
I have it written down in my old journal. It is really messy first-grader handwriting 
. Ahh…the memories. Anyways…Here the dream.
(obviously the writing doesn’t have this much detail, but this is party from memory too.)I am standing on a cement path. Everything has a small yellow glow. Petals fall from a tree overhead. I am feeling really peaceful. I walk down the pathway. I realize I am back In California, where I used to live. I start to cry because I miss it so much. A man walks down the road. He says something to me. I don’t really remember what he said and the page I wrote when I was little doesn’t say etheir. He takes my hand and Leads me down a road. He starts laughing at me. 
He leads me to a fence. Everything doesn’t seem to have the yellowish peaceful glow anymore. I hear shouts. The man runs away from me. The fence is broken down by a man and two dogs. (The writing says “cory dogs” so I’m guessing they were collies because that’s what I called collies back then…)
I start running. I don’t go fast at all. I see the man down the road. but I am going too slow to catch up with him. I start to slow down. I try to run faster but I just slow to a near stop. For some reason the dogs havent reached me etheir.
I feel something wet on my head. I look up and see cloudss and rain coming down.
The dogs whine and run away. The man with the dogs disappears. I try to walk but I can move. I sit down and start crying. The man comes running back to me. He has a newspaper over his head. He reaches down and grabs my hand. “Grab my hand!”, He cries. I look down and see I’m on the edge of a cliff! He pulls me up. “You almo-!”, He starts but then he stops. He falls on the ground. I look and there is blood on the ground. A tall man is standing there. He is wearing all black. “scratch.”, He says as he pushes me off the cliff.
I don’t need writing to remember this feeling. Sheer fear racked through my body. The sensation of falling felt all too real. I was about to hit the ground when I woke up with a jerk. I had tears on my face. I told my mom and she told me to write about it so if I ever had that dream again, I would know it was only a dream, and wake up.