Interpret this? It’s gotta mean something.
This is what I wrote in my journal this morning vvvv
I don’t remember much, but I know I was a very important figure in this dream, constantly being chased. During one scene I went into a library to find answers about myself, and what to do to save everyone in the city. A spirit came over me, and I felt very dark, and I could move at high speeds. A black shady rectangle when across my face, from ear to ear, over my eyes, and my eyes changed colours too. From blue, to something creepy. Then a wicked girl started chasing me (She looked like the one from the cartoon Avatar). I kept falling and my running got sluggish the farther I ran. At one point I was in a pool area and had to run around 2 pools, but I kept falling in them. When I fell in I did everything I could to keep my phone from getting wet (lifting my right leg up, my phone was in that pocket). I had like no energy left. My mentor miraculously saved me, and the villian was gone. My mentor was a middle aged woman, with light red curly hair. She took me to a safe place that looked like somewhere you would shoot a movie at. Their was also a board that she would write on, and send messages to people from it, but she would never let me write anything in it. Everybody wanted to protect me here, like I was the chosen one or something. Alright… Now I had to inform the city to bring everything they don’t need to be thrown away or something, because there was going to be a flood, I think. It was night time by now.
Then a normal dream passed where I was in a mall with my friends.
Now I’m in a car with a cute girl, and I think my friends Kyle and Garrett. We were just hanging out, then we got out of the car, which was in a guys driveway, to go ding-dong ditch him. We got to the door and I knocked on it. We heard how grumpy he was through the window, and his two daughters watching TV. His house was a mess. Instead of running, we just stood there. We heard the side door open, but we didn’t know which side of the house, so I ran one way, and my friends went the other, and of course, the way I ran, was the side he came out on. I was running away from him in grass, with flip-flops on. Great. He was getting closer. And closer. And closer. I finally made it on the neighborhood road and got away. Next thing I remember I was back standing by his front door, and he was standing next to me. I was invisible. He saw my footprint in the grass, and the next thing I know, I woke up.
End.
