We all dream, and we all have very vivid and rather eerie dreams, but what is the line that separates dreams from something else, and when do you cross that line? Cathy Dollanganger once dreamt about her dead father watching over her siblings and her from a "Garden in the sky." Although, this could be explained by her missing her father and the stress of living locked away in a small room. What I cannot explain is a dream, if you could call it that, I had one October night.

The night started off just like every other, our parents came to tuck Bill and me into our beds. 9 PM was our bedtime, and by 9:05 PM, our parents had turned off the lights. I was re-reading the newest Dollanganger book "Secret Brother" when bedtime struck; I figured that I would continue to read tomorrow. I closed my eyes, and after fifteen minutes of lying in bed, I fell asleep. The sleep was no different from any other time I had slept, but that soon changed.

I found myself in a hallway with a bright light at the end. The walls were covered in art, but I could not see what was on the wall because the only light was the one coming from the end. I decided to walk towards the light, but as I walked I began to hear voices. Some of these voices were unfamiliar to me. A girl's voice said, "He's like SI," another girl's voice said, "As in, socially inept." The first girl's voice came back again and said, "For twins, you guys are super different, in a good way," then a different voice, a boy's voice said, "In a really good way." I was nearing the end of the hallway when I heard new similar sounding voices, two child voices, both male and female, ask "What?" I couldn't recognize these voices, but those voices who spoke in unison felt familiar to me.

I had finally reached the point where I could see what was outside. I saw a man dressed in a military uniform standing next to a female figure on his right side, and two children, a boy and a girl, to his left. The man seemed to be giving a speech to a crowd, as the man made many movements on the balcony which he and his group stood, and gave a speech that elicited many cheers. I also couldn't recognize the man's voice as it sounded muffled, even though he was speaking into a microphone and he stood no more than three yards away, but I felt a connection to the voice.

I got closer to see if I could recognize the voice, or even see their faces, but as I got closer all I could see and hear were military planes flying by. What I heard next were whistling noises, as if something was falling out of the sky. Explosions followed a few seconds later, they were so powerful they rocked the earth. The people on the balcony lost their balance and fell to the floor. I lost my balance during the explosion-induced shake as well, and found myself lying on the rug. More and more explosions went off causing more shakes, and out of nowhere, the floor opened up and I fell into the hole.

I then found myself outside during the evening, laying on the ground and about a few yards from a pale skinned man with dark brown hair saying, "Get up Jill, get up." I got myself off the floor and started walking around when I was ambushed by the delusional man on the TV, Ronald Thump, wielding a sword he swung towards me. His surprise appearance caused me to step back and fall again. This time I found myself in a room that was pitch black. The only light was a spotlight hanging over some people that I immediately began to walk towards to. I soon realized that the people were my parents and my brother. They were in shackles and chains, they all looked scared, especially my brother, who hugged our parents. My parents, who were also very terrified, also held something small, wrapped around in a blanket in their arms.

As I got closer to them, a dark figure manifested from the darkness itself. The figure wore a long black robe with a hood, and it stared at my family. The figure then turned around and noticed me. The dark figure pulled a grey and black tube from its belt, and pressed a button causing a red laser to appear from the tube. The figure walked towards me, and I began to walk back, until I hit something. I turned around to find that on the opposite side of the room stood a man in a formal military uniform. I backed up in horror because he had a deep cut on his face. He had no eye on the left side, right from my perspective, just a wound that seemed to have never healed. He too pulled a tube from his belt; accept his was more banged up than the dark figure's tube. He pressed a button, causing another red laser to appear, along with two smaller red lasers that came out from each side. The figure stood there with his laser sword, and I knew that the dark figure could be behind me if I ran back to where I was before, so I ran to the right.

I ran as fast as I could until another figure came out of the darkness. Under another spotlight stood a tan skinned man in his 60's dressed like the Pope. He was not the same Pope that preached love and kindness, this man had the same power and charisma, but I felt that something wasn't right. The Pope figure pointed with his right hand towards an image of the city of San Francisco. I could see the Golden Gate Bridge and the city skyline, but it wasn't around for long because it all disappeared when an explosion occurred. A streak of light flew through the sky and landed in the middle of the city. Once the light hit the earth, a huge bright light blasted itself in my face, causing me to walk back and put my arm in front of my face. Once the light began to fade away, all that was left was what looked like a ball of fire in the sky that turned the sky orange. This ball created winds that shook everything in its presence, even I felt it. The ball of fire turned more into a mushroom shaped cloud. The mushroom cloud also became darker, probably because of all of the debris, as a second wave of light came out and destroyed everything in its way.

The sky became so dark that the image morphed into the blackness of the room and faded away. I turned around to see the Pope figure laughing, pointing at me. Was he responsible for the blast? And why did I feel responsible for this tragedy? I didn't feel responsible for the explosion because I made it happen, it is more like the feeling you get when something bad happens on your watch. I couldn't explain it. Out of nowhere, a mini-fridge on wheels with robotic arms and a human head on the refrigerator appeared out of nowhere and stood next to the Pope figure. The head mysteriously looked just like the Grandmother from the Flowers in the Attic film. The robot lady caught me looking at her; the Pope figure pulled something out of one of his pockets and gave it to the robot lady. What he gave her looked just like the tube that the deformed military man had. The robot lady pressed a button on the tube and ignited the laser sword and the two cross guards. Although, unlike the previous figures to possess a laser sword, she moved towards me and swung the sword directly at me.

Her swing caused me to trip again, this time I rolled out of the pitch black room and into what looked like the jungle late at night. What made the theory of the robot lady being the Grandmother from "Flowers in the Attic" more concrete was the fact that I heard the Grandmother scream "Devil's spawn" after I fell on the floor of the jungle. While I was lying on the dirt, I looked up and witnessed some sort of ritual. There was a fire and some tan skinned people, predominantly older men, wearing green camo uniforms dancing around a throne chair. In that throne chair sat a beautiful girl with blonde hair and blue eyes. She looked a bit physically mature, but it felt as if she was just a teenager. The girl seemed to be enjoying people honoring her; she felt as if this was what she deserved.

I got off the floor and began to walk away from the people, but then my attention was drawn to a portrait of a blonde girl who looked similar to the one sitting on the throne. I tried to get closer to the portrait, but I then found myself in a child's bedroom with the lights turned off. The only light that came in was moonlight that came through the windows, and in the place of the portrait now sat a little girl. This little girl had blonde pigtails with purple bows, an orange undershirt, and a purple dress. I got closer to her and saw her playing with a doll that had definitely seen better days. Even though the doll was a mess, the little girl still loved it. As I got closer to the girl who was facing the other direction, I heard her sing a song. The lyrics were, "Now my world is perfect. Now my world is perfect." Right before I could get in front of her, she sang a different verse, it went, "Who am I again, a princess or a..." She had sung the song in an angelic voice so far, but by the time I got to her, I discovered something horrific.

The little girl turned around, faced me, and screamed "Psychopath" in a dark, blood curdling, voice. She had no eyes, just empty, black eye sockets. Blood came out of her eye sockets and covered her torso and hands. She was then joined by three other hellish creatures. One was a red haired boy with glasses also covered in blood. The two other figures almost looked like aliens. One of the creatures looked like a baby, but he was completely grey, the other grey figure was covered in what looked like slimy blood. What was different about the second grey figure was that it had two identical heads. All four figures walked over to me, but they were stopped when a mirror formed in the ground. I looked at it to see my reflection, but that reflection soon turned into a deformed creature, crying out in pain, just like the figures. The mirror disappeared, and the figures continued their advance. The blonde girl got closer and jumped at me. Luckily, I woke up from my nightmare at that moment. Oddly enough, I also heard the voice of Christopher Dollanganger from the Flowers in the Attic film whisper a line from the film, "Everything will be all right," to me when I woke up.

My heart was pounding rapidly and my breathing was irregular, but I was thankful that I was finally safe, or so I thought. I sat up in my bed and looked at the foot of my bed. At the foot of my bed stood a dark figure wearing a robe and hood holding a gun with a dish-shaped parabolic antenna at the end directly at me. I couldn't see much because it was so dark, but it looked as if some grey apparatus was being worn around the mouth of the hooded figure. At this point, I had experienced enough that I couldn't deal with it anymore. I buried my head under my pillows, hid under the sheets, and screamed in my enclosure.

I heard some footsteps, I was afraid that the hooded figure would get me, but soon enough the footsteps stopped. About a minute later, I came out from under my pillows and sheets to find that the figure was gone. I turned on the lamp on the side of my bed and saw that the only other person in the room was Bill, sound asleep in his bed. The alarm clock said 5:17 AM, meaning that my dream that seemed like it was only a few minutes actually lasted for hours.

I feared that if I didn't document my experience now, I would soon forget it all. I moved over to my desk, turned on the desk lamp, and pulled out some paper, pencils, and crayons. For about the next two hours, I drew drawings of what I had seen in my dreams. I wasn't the best artist, but I would say that my art was sufficient enough that my drawings resembled what I had seen. I drew every single thing I had seen, from the hallway, the dark room, to the figure at the foot of my bed, I even wrote down what all the voices said in each picture where I heard the voices.

I was so tired by the time I was done drawing since I was awake since before sunrise that I fell asleep on my desk. I woke up around 11 AM to find myself alone in mine and Bill's room. His bed was made, mine was not. The door was open, I assumed Bill was downstairs. I got out of the chair and prepared to go downstairs, but I discovered that my drawings were gone. I then headed downstairs to see if anyone had seen my drawings.