This all started when I was in the eighth grade. Nothing has ever happened to me until my eighth grade year. So one night I went to bed, and I had a feeling of something, I can't explain that. So when I fell asleep, I had a dream. In my dream, I was in an alley, and a clown showed up around the corner. I saw that it had a gun in its hand so I ran, and the clown shot me in the back. Now this is the weird part, I was still asleep, and I felt it. The pain was incredibly intense, and I dropped to my knees. I felt the blood oozing out of my back... Then I woke up. And I still felt the pain, even though I was awake. I told myself that it was a dream and tried to go back to sleep. But I couldn't...and then it hit me, the clown looked like the clown doll that my brother has... I was really starting to freak out. So for the rest of the night, I was terrified.
A couple of weeks later, I was making cookies. It took me about 3 minutes to get all the ingredients. It was then when I saw something from the corner of my eye, so as my curious self, I looked at it. And I swear, it was a freaky looking old woman looking at me, like she wanted to kill me. So I looked away, as naturally as many people do. Then I built up courage and looked again, and she was gone. I don't know if she sent me that painful dream, but I have my suspicions.
Nothing has happened for a while now, even though sometimes out of nowhere I can feel like I'm being watched by that old lady. I will be giving you more of my stories whenever something happens again.
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And I definitely wouldn't look at it like the clown was transferred into your dream, it's more like it is in real life and you yourself put it in your dream.