Zipper

This was an odd one. It's again kind of school-related, but not really. It involved one of my graphic design teachers and she wanted me to go to the White House for some project. So what do I do? I start hopping building tops like Spider-man or Superman, you know, leaping tall buildings in a single bound! Somehow she was following me doing this, I don't know if she was hopping with me or if I was carrying her on my back or what. But I continue to hop, passing by several freeways and stuff until I get to these really brown, serious and governmental looking buildings. I stop atop one of them and jump down from the ceiling into the building where there was some kind of government meeting going on. They didn't react to the fact that I had just jumped down into their room from the ceiling. So then I go looking around for the White House and this special room where I was supposed to perform this project, but I couldn't find it. All I found was a hallway with a bunch of different doors leading to different rooms. And all my classmates were there as well. They were going into these rooms and performing idiotic kid-like tasks that they were complaining were "too easy." But this wasn't what I was supposed to be doing. The teacher was there as well. I kept waiting for her to tell me what I was supposed to be doing at the White House but she never did. So I just kept watching everyone else go into these rooms and perform these easy tasks. Yep, that's about all I remember. Building hopping and the White House. Good times...

Mom and I were talking in her room when a big box starts to move. We think it's our cat, then it comes flying off the shelf and the cat was nowhere to be found. Mon and I think "demon" or ghost and then it feels like the air was being sucked out of the house. We both run the heck out the front door and I had goosebumps like crazy. After a while we noticed it was somewhat windy outside, so we thought maybe the wind had something to do with it. So we go back inside fearfully but everything seemed okay for a while until it started to happen again. This time I noticed my ceiling fan just stop unrealistically in its tracks. I was like "oh crap" and then that feeling overcame me again and I was like "nope, this isn't the wind" and ran out the house again feeling like I had experienced my first demon encounter and that the house was haunted and I didn't like it. Then it started getting weird and someone asked me a question about Skittles and Butterfinger candy and I was like "there is no butter and no finger in Butterfinger." Things get blurry here and I wake up.

What a way to end a dream about a haunted house. Start talking about Skittles and Butterfinger. lol