a dream from aeons ago.

For many, many years I was haunted with a vague memory of this very bizzare dream I had had when I was about five. And suddenly, while in a class today. I remembered it.
I dreamt that I was at my house. But since it was dream. The house was not my waking life’s abode. Inside there were people celebrating. It was a very strange party. Much like th tea party in Alice In Wonderland. People were singing songs akin to drunken ballads. And I, (I was five when I dreamt this, and five in the dream *duh*) was wearing my black felt cowboy hat with white embrodiery, and cowboy boots.
Anyways. In the middle of rockus celebration, something, that to this day I can not picture clearly, came into the party that was very evil and wrong. The people seemed to freeze in their places. And there was a deafening silence. The evil just stood there with a smug expression at it’s victory. But then somehow I killed it, or defeated it at least, and as if on cue. The people’s started goodfing around as if nothing had ever happened. As if someone had paused a video tape, then suddenly pressed play again with the volume extremely high. As everyone was dancing and doing whatever, I bent down and looked at a hole in the wall. I stuck my finger into it, and died.
Everybody seemed sad, and dream ended.

Extremely bizzare. And extremely vivid, even from recollecting eleven years forward in time!

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