Futile Escape circa 1995 to 1996
Preface
The following dream happened in the same house I was living in between 1994 to 1998, when I graduated high school and moved out to college. The dreams also had something related to it in real life, which I’m still trying to grasp if they were real or not.
A little background on this house I used to live in which was a small house my family rented. This house was on a small plot of land with other houses of the same style including number of bedrooms and bathrooms with an attached single-car garage. All the homes on this land were all built in the same year between 1965 to 1975.
The manager and owner of the properties here was an old Japanese man who moved here after World War II.
This manager knew every tenant that’s lived here and who they were.
I will state the dream first and what my manager told my parents about the house. The reason is because I had the dream (or nightmare) before the manager revealed the truth of the tenant who lived in that same house before myself and my family moved into it.
The dreams here usually had both a start and end event to it.
Christmas, 1994
About two months before the following dream, I am at home with my mom and my sister. We’re all huddled on the couch watching TV. My dad is out at work at this time of the night.
Our heater wasn’t working well as usual ever since we’ve moved in here. So, it’s very cold in the house during Winter. My sister and my mom are sharing a blanket together and our cat is sitting between them. I decide to go to my parent’s bedroom to get a sweater. I suddenly hear something run down the hallway. Thinking it’s my cat, I see a relatively large blur enter my bedroom.
I loudly ask from the bedroom, “Is the cat ok?”
Sister then replies, “Yeah, the cat’s right here sleeping.”
I ask back, “Are you sure? I thought I saw the cat run into my room.”
“Nope, the cat’s here.”
I walk into the livingroom to find the cat sleeping between my mom and my sister on the couch. I quickly sit down next to them to watch TV passing off what I saw only moments earlier.
Two months after this…
Dream (c. 1994 to 1996)
For this dream, I take on the appearance of a young boy no older than 12 years old. I have brown hair and I seem to be following him.
He’s running down this long driveway that connects four adjacent houses including mine in real life, and he’s being chased by four men. He hurriedly opens the screen door and enter the nearest house he finds. No one’s home.
Too scared and afraid, he runs into the bedroom straight down the hallway and forgets to close the front door behind him. He did, however, close the bedroom door but there is no lock. He can hear them banging on the bedroom door as he tries to hold it closed. They were too strong for him and eventually force it open.
The young boy falls backward onto the bed. All of a sudden I am in that boy’s body and I take his place. The four men are now in front of me and raise one of their arms. In each hand were handguns of some kind and they begin firing their guns at me.
As soon as the bullet touches me, I wake up.
When I wake up…
My upper body arches upward while I’m lying in bed and I wake up all of sudden. I turn to my left to look at the time. It’s a little after 1 AM in the morning.
About two months after I had this dream, our manager revealed to us that four “Skinheads” used to live in one of the houses here. Apparently, they killed a young Hispanic boy in the same house I lived in, and the same bedroom I was staying in.