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One of the strangest dreams I've had to date, in my opinion. It involved two of my friends, one of whom I only know online (who I will call Laura), and the other I've only ever met once in my life (who I will call Amy).

So.

Amy, Laura and I were taking a trip to a small cottage in the middle of a meadow because we "wanted to see deer" (whatever that means!). The cottage was beautiful and the scene looked like something out of a painting. While the other two were out in the nearby forest, I stayed inside and decided to explore the house. I went into the basement, but there were no lights, so I couldn't see, and so I felt my way around. The walls were some kind of organic substance that felt like raw chicken. Disgusted, I ran back up the stairs and decided to find my friends.

Suddenly, I was inside a food cart, but it was also a room (I don't know how else to explain it-- on the outside it was a food cart, but when I stepped inside, it was what appeared to be a hotel room). On a couch was my friend Will, but he didn't see me at all, no matter how many times I called out to him.

Out of nowhere, I was back at the stone house. It was on fire. Somehow knowing my friends were inside, I ran in to go find them. I found Laura by a burning staircase, and at the top of the stairs was a man. He was very small and thin, much like Laura herself, with markings that looked as though somebody had taken a ballpoint pen to his body. Amy stood nearby, watching, looking terrified. I couldn't really make out the man's facial features or hair, because the top of the staircase was extremely dark, as though he just emerged from some dark void.

He kept shouting at Laura to come join him, but she wouldn't go. Eventually, his requests became more and more frantic, but Laura kept declining. He told her that "they didn't have much time", but still, she declined his offer. Suddenly, the man fell apart. Literally fell to pieces; his limbs fell off and he melted into a pile of black plasma that began dripping down the stairs. The fire suddenly ceased and the house was in flawless condition. The dark ooze crawled up the walls in a vine-like fashion, and it was at that point Laura, Amy and I ran from the house.

I then woke up and immediately recorded the dream into a journal, which I'm now using to type this entry. There are probably things in there that I don't remember, though.

I told Laura about this later that day, and we discussed it for a long time. She was completely shocked and believes it to be a psychic dream, because my description of the man's stature/markings fit the exact description of her ex-boyfriend of 4 1/2 years, who she recently broke all contact with and was having doubts about her actions. There were a great many more things that made it all very eerie and more than just coincidence, but that's not my business to write on a public journal entry.