<Very rarely do I ever suffer from nightmares. However, this one in particular went from typical family fun to a stressful and horrific event>
Michelle, Elizabeth, Marie, my dad, and I are traveling on a plane. For some reason the plane has swivel reclining seats but no walls. The seats resemble those on the Soarin' ride at Disney World. We fly over water really low, almost touching it. We see people waving at us and the pilot tells us to wave back. I get a terrible feeling and have this overwhelming sensation to leave. I make Michelle aware. She tells me I'm overreacting and that I am just nervous (true: I am nervous on planes). When we land we walk down a long carpeted hallway with a dark blue carpet and walls with a red racing stripe down the sides. We get to our hotel and Michelle and I decide to go to a fake haunted house.
When we get there it's very cliche with multiple rooms. The exterior, however, looks exactly like our house. The only difference is the addition of a long deck in the back that overlooks the ocean. Michelle and I walk through the rooms and come to the kitchen area that looks somewhat like the dining area of a Texas Roadhouse. There is a large archway with multiple booths on each side. I tell Michelle that we need to leave because the dead bodies in the area look too real. A woman with long black hair runs up to us. Somehow I float in the air. I yell for Michelle to leave but she stands there staring at me frozen in fear. The woman stabs me in the stomach and I fall to the ground. I pretend to be dead. The woman tells Michelle that she can never leave and grabs Michelle by the hair and throws her into a room. The woman walks away as if she's waiting for more people to walk through.
I get up and limp into the room into which Michelle was thrown. The room resembles a huge movie theater. I find Michelle and sit by her and let her know that we need to leave now. She tells me we have to wait for the movie to end. We here an Indian family sit down behind us. A woman is talking to her baby loudly. In a baby voice she asks "whoa did you see that? Yes you did. Yes you did." Her baby begins to cry loudly and shriek in the theater. Again in a baby voice she asks "awww what's wrong?" This convinces Michelle to leave.
We sneak out of the movie theater. The whole upstairs of this building has multiple rooms that run down a hallway like a hotel. At the end of the hallway is a giant glass window. We hear footsteps down the hallway and hide in the bathroom. The bathroom has a large striped shower curtain and an entire wall that is entirely made of glass overlooking the ocean. The shower is on and I tell Michelle, yet again, that we must leave. My stab wound is worsening so I tell Michelle that I will only slow her down and for her to lead the way, run, and not look back for any reason. She hesitantly agrees but wants to warn others in the house and help them escape.
I grab her hand and we run downstairs. We barely make it out the door when Michelle runs back into the house. I yell that we have to go. She looks at me and remarks in the cheesiest action movie star impression ever "the CDC posts the number of homicides every year and I don't want these people to be a statistic." She runs down the same hallway back into the kitchen. I glance over to a corner and see a black, obese kitten with yellow eyes that take up half of its face. I try to use the kitten to lure Michelle out of the house.
<I woke up after that. This dream makes sense because I was reminiscing about an Orlando trip I took with my sisters. We had a flight with a similar family in the theater with a crying baby. During this Orlando trip, we also attended Halloween Horror Nights which might explain the haunted house aspect.>
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