Dream: i was in my living room one night, my mom was lying on the coach.  we were watching tv, me on the floor in a spot far from the tv, somewhere i'd never sit. i felt a chill, i think my mom did too because she wanted me to get up and see if i forgot to shut the backdoor. so i got up. i headed toward the kitchen, saw that the backdoor was wide open. slightly unusual. then out of the corner of my eye i see my brother dashing behind the bar out of site, it seems ot be my brother that makes me catch my breath and makes me kind of shaky. so i go to shut the door and then something great and heavy falls against it, pushing. my heart raced i was scared because i knew it wasn't my brother. i fought against the door, pushing with all my might. i almost had it shut enough to wear i could turn the dead lock. but right before the door is safely shut and locked, and my heart turns into an a-bomb, the door swings open, slamming with great force against the wall. silently, which begins the worse silent moment of all hours, there is a figure standing. i don't know who it is and it is hard to make out the figure there. outside is lots of thick smoky blue stuff maybe like mist. he seems to have a large over coat like duncan mc cloed's. his head seems turned down and he stands like a lazy teenager or drunk. then i awake.
 
 

Vision: the night is dark, but i and only i know its not dark enough. i am calm. fear is coming. i wish i wasn't alone. i'm sad- too sad. something large and heavy starts thrashing on my window. its so loud that i can't hear myself think of what i could be.  the window finally gives in, it shatters to pieces.  the blinds are still drawn. there is nothing now but a dead frightful silence. nothing could break it but what follows. a cold dark cloud seeps in and rushes at me so fast, like two blinks. i am surrounded by screams of so many people, screams of their deaths, torture, and ultimately their predestined death. it all feels so painfully physical. the clouds heavy and thick, freezes my skin to near immobility and my blood to crimson crystals. sore long, stiff and sharp quickly stabs over my heart and into it my heart feels incurably heavy. its beating starts to lag and then stab beating. then it feels shrink and withered. used and forgotten. the screams are so loud and long and fill my ears and mind. then there is a solitaire voice from all the whole load of others that seems to whisper, but is screaming just like all the others. it stands out like white on black and feels like the freshest death.  then i know that that scream comes from me and me alone.  my heart beats one more time, as if it were a tease- and then all is frozen.
 
 
 
 
 
 

Dream: don't remember quite all of it, but i have had it a few times. the living room at my house is dark, its night, i think i am watching tv, then my mom comes and shuts it off and say i need to hide. i think i am really young right now so i go and get onto the washer/dryer, and i think i know who i am hiding from: indians. maybe mostly the chief. the i see him, but then i don't, you know how dreams are. and i go back to the living room after i think i hear a bunch of indian sounds (stereotyped). and my mom is there and she's pointing out the open backdoor screen and the night sky is out there and i see all the stars in the universe all put together to look like the united states. that is about all that i remember.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Dream: my dad and i are sitting in front of the tv i think at night and we are sitting really close to each other and the screen. dunno what we are watching, then i see a grayish bright shining from the hallway through the darkness and my dad is the closes to the hallway- so i asked my dad fearfully "are they [aliens] coming?" and he leans over and looks and leans back and says cheerfully, not worried "yep" so i'm scared but get up and look and i see them coming and they somehow have children's faces.