Day uh... 8.85... Sunday May 18, 2008 - 3 a.m.

Well at least one thing was able to be embedded into the blog. Moving on...
So having gone to sleep so early, which I never ever do, I woke up many times throughout the night. First at midnight, then 3, 5, and finally at like 8 or 9. I had one fucking fucked up dream, like a Danielle type dream, but someone else was killing people, not me. And I think it was creepier.
It was in some middle school type place, all of us from the school, as well as other Texas State kids, were there and for some reason Scott, one of the C.R. kids, decided to show me (as everyone else disappeared) that he could cut off the top of some random person's head. Somehow i forgot that part later in the dream, and Scott somehow transformed into this really tall, built, dark thing in the shadows with a cape(like Silor from the beginning of Heroes). And this is all happening in a pretty dim, if not sometimes dark, school and people are dying left and right, with no tops to their heads when I find them, and I am trying to figure out what is going on, and occasionally I get the feeling that someone else, besides a few students around me, is around in the shadows. Usually I am by myself when I get this feeling though, making it creepier. As that feeling is happening, the lights would flicker a lot and a person next to me if there was one would fall over and their brains would spill out (they weren’t Texas State people anymore, just random whatevers), and I started freaking out, actually wishing I could wake up or something because it started feeling like Freddy Kruegger and I was just waiting for him to taunt me and tell me I would never wake up. Later I tried to get in my locker in the locker room and broke my Masterlock to open it, and it opened so I threw the mangled lock into a corner after leaving the locker room. More people died and I was getting closer to finding out who was behind it all when I was going back to the locker room and saw the corner where I had thrown the Masterlock, but it wasn’t there anymore. I walked in the locker room and there was a figure above a guy’s head in the locker room. It turned, smiled a sharp-toothed smile at me and the flights flickered and it was gone and the guy was dead with his head open and my lock hanging off the edge of his skull.
This is where I really freaked out because somehow I knew I was dreaming, and I knew I had broken the lock and thrown it awhile ago in the dream, yet my mind or something had pulled back to that and used it to haunt me. So I was freaking out and wishing I could wake up. I gathered myself, since I wasn’t waking up, and left the locker room. I looked into the corner where I threw the lock, and out comes the figure. I scream as it comes towards me with long nails somewhat like Freddy, and he reaches at me to swing and then I wake up in my pitch black room in Costa Rica around 3 a.m., and I am scared shitless, and really have to pee. But I was afraid the figure was around, and I still can’t see and I was afraid to get out of bed and get my flash light because I was sure he would pop out. Then my mind starts racing through the whole Masterlock part and I start freaking out about my brain doing that to me and what if this was real now and I was about to die, or what if this were like the Freddy movies and I accidentally brought him into my world. So I hide under the covers for awhile until I finally get a grip and jump out fast, turn on the light, grab a flashlight and went to the bathroom and finally got to pee. Thankfully the lights never flickered or I would have probably screamed and never been able to sleep. I got back into bed and turned to laugh it off as a Danielle-type of dream, but I couldn’t sleep still. Finally I just passed out. I think what scared me most was how real the dream was and how well I remembered everything. Anyway. No more dreams for the trip.