*Sunday March 22, 1998 (6:31am)*
I had a terrible dream about being at Belinda's(the girl I babysit for)house and as I
was going to the car to get something...a guy walked up to the house and mumbled
something about needing to see someone in the house and I said "yeah"...thinking
nothing was wrong...I turned around as he was opening the door and noticed he
had a gun...like a big gun...I ran inside as he was shooting Bryant(Belinda's
boyfriend)...I grabed baby Kaia(the lil girl I baby sit) and ducked beside the
couch...he shot at me...then shot belinda in the back...and ran out of the
house....there was blood all over the place but Bryant and Belinda...though shot
were still walking around...I called 911 and the police came....I dont remember
much after that part but when I woke up I was so frightened...the dream was SO
real...I wish I had finished reading my dream book so that I could read a meaning
into this dream....I stopped writing in my dream journal and reading books on
dreams after my friend Brett was killed....I had a dream where I saw the very spot
he was hit by a train...in the dream I lost my blanket, which is the most important
material object to me...and when I woke up I was feeling like I had lost something
very important...he was hit and killed by a train two weeks later...it could be a
coincidence...but I dont think so....