Dream journal

Okay. So I was asked to do a dream journal and I never get around to doing it so I'll remember as much as I can now

Journal post 1
I Was standing in my school grounds running, running with all of my friends. We were so happy. So it had seemed. I look up while gasping for a breathe of air when a sea of snakes appear. Hundreds or them. Black, White, spotty, striped, big, small. We screamed.

Journal post 2
There I was talking to a friend when I turn my head and froze. A snake so big, so thick, blacker than the night skies. Was curled up with it's head staring at me. My friend had disappeared and there I was, face to face with an animal larger than any ship.
I ran to find a woman who knows about snakes. I told her my encounter with this beast. She laughed at me and said no such snaked exists as she was an expert and knew
So I asked her, "so you're telling me it's all in my head?"
She replied, "I don't know what it is, but I know it's not a real snake"
Then I ran again, to a brick road jumping and running because the snake returned so I turned and said "you are not real. This is all in my head"
To my astonishment the snake had disappeared

Journey entry 3
I am vague with some of the details within this one

I was at my friends house talking away when I noticed a brief case. I had asked her what it was and she palmed the curiosity away. Another friend appeared and all of a sudden they started fighting. I mean,  blood filled punches and knives. I was frightened to death so I ran. I ran outside where I hid and one of them attacked me. I punched them back and kept running behind an old house that I recognise. I stood up in a field and out of nowhere I freeze. They had shot me with an arrow right through my head and before dropping to the ground, I whispered "why?"
It doesn't end there
The scenario changed and we were headed to a party. I remember feeling frightened as if I knew they were dangerous people. We got to the party and I ran for help only to find they all ran away

Journal entry 4
I woke up and my sister and I were in the  middle of nowhere with barely any food or water. We were surrounded by crates and a bed and a television
Almost as if we were living there.
I was so scared for my sister. What were we going to eat? She didn't seem to care at all which frightened me more.
I didn't understand any of it.
I found a phone and called my dad which picked us up with a helicopter but still nobody asked questions. Nobody cared.

Journal entry 5
I was standing on a staircase with my mother. We both were facing upwards when I turned and screamed. The highest, most feared scream ever. My grandma was hovering. She was dark and evil. A crow beak on her face and and motionless positioning.
"it's okay, Samara", mum said in a soft monotone voice. She was a robot
An angel version of my grandma appeared below the dark one, smiling at me. I cried and cried. I wasn't sure what this meant.
The dark version so evil, so unlike the real version, my real grandma.