I had a dream recently where someone was trying to kill me...
I was on a school trip to a reastraunt and everyone was acting nervous and uncomfortable, mumbling at each other and looking at me as if they had been told a secret or where hiding something from me.
Suddenly an overweight guy with curly black hair leaned over my shoulder and started shiftily talking to my friend Cameron on the opposite side of the table, who seemed very uncomfortable and nervous to see him.
I saw him slyly take a needle and inject what I could only guess was poison into the pancake I was eating.
Suddenly my DT teacher, who as supervising us (me especially it seemed), told us all to leave and whispered something into another adult's ear before they walked off and followed the overweight guy.
When we went outside I tried talking to some friends but they all just seemed quiet and nervous too, not saying much to my story of the poison and remarks on the strange atmosphere.
Then, from the middle of the road, a small car (very small, about as big as those red and yellow cars that toddles sit in and roll around) came accelerating towards me. I jumped on top of it as it nearly hit me, and ran off back into the building. I saw a hispanic man and a caucasian lady run through some double doors as if chasing someone and I followed them, to which they said I was not supposed to be there and I should get back outside to my teacher.
I went outside and everyone had gone but a couple of my friends. The street was empty apart from us and a few men in black suits that surrounded us from a distance.
My friend's brother showed up and let me and the rest of us have a ride back to a house (our home I guess), and me and my friends entered the house (we lived alone in one house in this dream it seemed). Suddenly the dream cut to the view of my friend Will, who's view of the house changed.
It suddenly changed to a dark, gloomy alternate version of the house and me and my other friend, Elliot, had disappeared. Will (and I, spectating as the dreamer) somehow knew that it was some sort of manifestation of my deep mind. He cried out "Elliot? Dante?" But none of us where there, it was just him, alone (or so it seemed).
In the rooms were my memories, all bad and gloomy memories from my past (none of which were my actual real memories but whatever). Will eventually found a room that was supposed to be the bathroom but insted had that incredibly creepy guy inside (the same guy from a creepypasta that I can't remember the name of, the image of him is
here though I don't recommend looking at it) and he lurched toward Will.
Then I woke up.