Second Dream

Remember that this is the Rough Dream or rough draft. I wrote this as soon as I woke up and I will later post something like it that seems more realistic and not as choppy... Tell your friends about my blog please!

This lady had the most beautiful eyes and a different hairstyle everyday. "Take another look at this 'crystal clear water'" I stepped to the edge  of the beach and looked down. I haven't been so close to the water yet and it seemed like it was darker than it should be. All of a sudden someone shoved me from behind. I react quickly though, turning my flailing body into somewhat of a dive. I hit the water and realize... it isn't water. It's blue goop I tread in the gooey sea and look at the strange woman. The goop wasn't very thick so it had a water like feel if you didn't think about it.I dive down looking to see if there are any of the stones down there but I couldn't see anything. "You see -insert name here- I never really found those stones. But I knew that I would so I built this hotel anyway." She pauses, leans toward me, and whispers, "And I'm not going to let you find them before me." I hear angry hissing and twist around in the goop to see if I can find any snakes coming toward me. Nothing. The peach is pretty open. There are some people here but not like it would be on a weekend. I seemed to be the only one hearing the sound of the snakes. "You know... this isn't my real hair. Do you want to see what it really looks like?" The woman says softly "Run!" I scream and start sprinting. Suddenly a bomb goes off and I hear screams. Her partner throws a green circle to the ground with no emotion and it blasts sand everywhere. I'm still running as fast as I can to no direction in particular except away from the bombs.

My first dream

These first drafts of dreams will be called rough dreams, sort of like rough drafts. These are the dream entries from when I first wake up. Oh and don't forget that some of my dreams are pretty morbid... and tell your friends about this blog! 

Looking from an outside perspective 
Setting is on a boat it's raining and am surrounded my tikis... not the fat kind but tikis made out of what look like planks of wood. 
I see a tiki running toward another that was huddled on the ground that looked like his or hers strings were cut if they had been a puppet instead of tikis. 
Looking from first person perspective
I hold the dead tiki in front of me and my face turned to a grimace of disgust. I let go of the tiki and it flies away from me and into the water.

THE END