User blog comment:Seddieftwyea/Dream Catcher/@comment-4509465-20110130161700

Well, when I was about 2 or 3, I moved into a house. I used to live in a building prior to that. My brother was about 4 or 5, so he had already started Kindergarten at his old school and would have to start a new school in the fall. However, I wasn't old enough for school, which was good so I wouldn't have had to leave any friends, like my brother did. Sorry, that was just a little background information that kinda has to do with my dream.

So after a few eeks in the new house, I couldn't help noticing there was a huge green box that was a few meters away from my house. It was dark green, and on the label it read "Do not touch! You can be badly hurt!" and it had a picture of a kid touching it and it turning into flames. Now, by the age of 3 or something, I had already learned how to read, so I understood the message. I was really scared to walk past it, and when we would walk to the parking lot, I was crying because I never wanted to go past it! I was scared I would die.

So then, one night, I had a dream. It felt so vivid and real, and by the end of the dream, I had realized I was sleep walking the whole time. I was going downstairs to get a glass of milk, which I was actually doing asleep, in real life. I looked out the window, and the box had grew a face. It started running towards me. It was like a monster! I dropped by glass of milk on the table and started running. It chased me up the stairs, and I remember I was yelling for my mom, and I was crying. It was just about the touch me when I felt a searing pain across my head, as if it was being chopped in half. I woke up, half screaming and half crying, only to find my self on the top of the staircase. My mom had told me I was sleepwalking the whole time, and I even got myself that glass of milk. She asked me what was wrong, and I told her about the dream. She looked at me as if I were crazy, but then kissed me and let me sleep in her room for that night.

I had that same dream several times, though after a while I would stop sleepwalking. I started to get over my fear of the green box, and by the first or second grade, I would even sit on it after school, playing hand-games with my friends. In the fourth grade, someone in my neighborhood had a fire. We were woken up in the night to see what was wrong. I actually saw a bunch of firefighters and technicians, fixing the green box. I realized that it was filled with a bunch of wires, that we used for electricity. Now, I'm not scared of it anymore, and I laugh about my dream to this day!

By the way, I haven't moved since, so I've only been to two schools in my entire life. My elementary school, and once I graduated from there, my middle school! XD