The dream starts off in a fairground and i begin to realise that i have psychic power and can feel the presence of people behind me or dead people who have left traces. I walk down a side path and towards some overgrown stairs. I feel someone following me and turn around and it is two of my real life friends. We all walk down the stairs and towards a really run down building like a school. We go across a little concrete bridge to the building and i see a ghostly black figure run past a window and i see in my head an image of a cowering figure in the corner of a room filled with things trying to kill him and the more steps i take closer to the building screams grow louder in my head and crying fills my head. So i turn and run and tell the others that this is an evil place and we should leave immediately as we reach the stairs i hear a very deep sinister voice tell me "You will never leave this place" and the stairs begin to crumble so i leap but they crumble too fast.
So i, naturally, decide to try and find the source of the evil spirit and kill it so we can leave. I walk around the side of the building and as i walk i look to my left and see an evil face glaring out at me, pale and angry. I run and as i do a huge monster begins charging at us. So we flea inside the building and find in a cupboard loads of guns. (I had some strange curdled cream coloured machine gun which had a very sharp blade at the end) Me and my friends enter another room and see at the end 2 doors so we open both at the same time and two zombies leap out and attempt to bite us but we shoot them. Then i open the third door which was in the room that the 2 doors opened into. A zombie leaped out and bit my friend and me and my friend had to kill him.
we enter another room and i discover that the evil presence was me and that i was conjuring up all the evil things that had killed my friend and as i realised this a big demon thing leaped out and grabbed my other friend and dragged him away.
So i just sat in the corner and cried until i woke up. By the way these four posts are not my poor attempts at writing short stories they are genuinely dreams that i had that just happen to be very long.
