Okay, dreams that seemed really serious several years ago, but now you look back and can't help but think that they're scary and ridiculous simultaneously.
When I was 8 I had a dream where this tall vampire guy (black cape, suit, fangs sticking out, black hair--definitely not a CullenFgt) had a black bowling ball with him painted like an 8 ball.
And he would throw this ball like he was bowling, but whoever was hit with it would just burst into dust and leave their clothes behind. There was no real motive, but he started coming closer to my house and eventually killed my sister in front of me.
So then I ran away and dug into my toy box (keep in mind I was 8) and took out an orange ray gun. In my 8-year-old brain, it was the best weapon I had. So I ran out of my room, and shot him.
He looked wounded, and burst into dust himself, and everyone came back to life. Wat.
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