January 15th, 2012

I was lying on my parents bed and my mom was sitting on the other side and my dad was fumbling through his closet and then my neighbor busts through the door and says “Bekkah’s facebook says she’s bisexual!!!” And I looked at him and I said “Trent. Are you joking, really.” And my dad said “Well, I’m not surprised” and then my mom chimed in and said “No it doesn’t. Rebekkah Taylor you better go change it right now!” and I said “Mom, I can assure, my facebook DOES NOT say I’m bisexual. I PROMISE.” and she said “Do you even know what your sexuality is?” And I said “No, I don’t. But that’s the great thing about being a teenager, I don’t have to now right now.” She said “Are you straight?” I said no. “Are you gay?” I said no. “Then you’re bisexual.” 

“No, I very strongly dislike the label “bisexual” and I refuse to use it.”

“Why? Do you have something against bisexuals? Isn’t that just as bad as being a homophobe?!”

January 15th, 2012

I was leading a youth camp in South Carolina (which is like where I want to live) and me and this little girl were on an ATV and Carrie Underwood’s “Crazy Dreams” was playing. I stopped the ATV in front of a cabin looking building and stood under an outdoor shower on the porch, grabbed a towel off of a nearby table, and walked inside. It wasn’t very large, not large at all actually. There was a bar with some stools under it up against the wall facing the porch, and then about 5 feet in front of the doorway was a little booth where I suppose you bought snacks and asked for towels and such. One of my co-workers (I’m assuming, since I worked there as well) was behind the counter, and I didn’t recognize him, but I seemed to be fine with him in my dream. There was a raised area parallel to the booth, as it only went about halfway through the room. I stood on the platform, shivering, as it was rather chilly in there and I was still damp from rinsing off. I see Hunter walk through the door, and I hope he doesn’t see me. He walked by me, and went through the door behind me, and then stood in the doorway of that door and said “You think I wouldn’t notice you?” and I turned around and smiled and he said “You’re more beautiful than I remember you.” and he opened up his arms and walked towards me and I said “Sorry, I’m damp.” and he just nodded his head, not caring. He kissed the top of my head and let go of me, and smiled.

Saturday, January 14^th, 2012

At Grannie B’s house eating dinner with relatives. I was sitting at the smaller table with Madelyn, Erin, and Caleb, and I was on my laptop. All of these weird pages kept popping up and they were scaring the kids so I finally just turned the laptop off, shut it down, and put it away. The kids finished eating and wanted to go play outside, so I took them outside in the backyard. Where Danielle’s trailer should have been, was just a white platform, what looked like her porch, but with no roof over it. There was a really nice camera (identical to the ones we use in TV Production) sitting on the ledge. So I picked it up and started filming Caleb and Madelyn running around. And then this dog (I can’t remember whose dog it was) that was gray and white and was rather large started running around and scared the kids, so they ran back inside. I was petting the dog and it was just kinda standing by me and being all big and cute and then this guy (the priest from the Last Exorcism) showed up in a red van and had all this equipment and he walked into Danielle’s house (it was there now) and then I was in this closet thing with him and someone else and he took a syringe and put it in our arms and he told us if we could get it all out within the next hour then he would let us go. We ran to this old house, and this older lady in a green dress and an apron opened the door and sent us to the sink in a closet, and where the guy injected stuff in my arm, there wasn’t blood but there was a purple-ish water, I tasted it and it was wine. I drank water from the spout, and I tried to call my mom, but I had no service. Then suddenly I was in the front seat of my dads car, my dad was driving and my brother was in the backseat, and I was on the phone with my mom. We were driving through Pinellas Park, and some guy was tight rope walking over a power line. My dad drove us back to the church were the guy has us, and he had a refreshment table set up, and my dad asked if we could get a refund, and the man said no.

Friday, January 13^th, 2012

In my biology classroom with my mom and my phone isn’t working. I kept getting interference and it would shut off for no reason. And then I’m in my biology class in the middle of the day, and my teacher and all my classmates were there. I opened up a cabinet and Dakota jumped out at me, I fell and then got up and ran into Marissa’s arms and she started singing You Never Let Go by Phil Wickham.

January 12th, 2012

*before asleep*

I set my iPod on my dresser, and it fell, so I picked it back up, and it fell again, so I put it back on the dresser, and it was impossible for it to fall off, it was too far back. I turned around and walked toward my bed, and it hit my back, as if it had been thrown at me. I called my best friend and she suggested that it was my cousin, who told me when we were 7 that when he died he was gunna become a ghost and mess with everybody.

 -dreaming-

Me and Dakota were running on what appeared to be St. Pete Beach flying kites, and then these Nazi’s walked up to us and told us were weren’t allowed to fly kites and the arrested us and put us in a train car and then we got off after a really long time and they put us in gas ovens and we were just sitting in them holding each other and he died in my arms and then right before I died I woke up.

January 10th, 2012

I was holding what appeared to be a 3 month old Madelyn in my kitchen. I have one arm under her butt and my other arm around her stomach, with her back to my chest. All of a sudden, I felt her stop breathing, I looked at her and she was starting to turn a purpley-red. I set her on the poker table and performed CPR (baby CPR cause I know what I’m doing) and I went to my parents bathroom to get my cell phone and I came back and she was gone and the glass door next to the poker table was broken, I opened the back door and walked into my back yard and I could hear her screaming. 

About May 30th, 2012

I’m dressed like a doll, a big poofy pink dress, and my hair all curly. I sat criss-cross in the center of 6 empty chairs in what appeared to be an attic. Suddenly, my hair started getting pulled by the invisible people in these chairs, I was being hit in the face, and they were yelling things like “You deserved it slut!” “You’re just a dirty whore!” “Don’t blame him cause you’re a sick freak!” “You liked it, didn’t you?!” “Bitch!” “Cunt!” “Slut!” “Liar!” I started crying and one of them said “Aw, poor little bitch is gunna go cry! While you’re on your knees, return the favor and suck his cock.” I tried to scream, but I couldn’t.

January 8th, 2012

Demonic woman Don’t look at the door. Don’t look at the window. Don’t look. Don’t look. Do you wanna see me? If you do, look. If you don’t, don’t look.

Me: I can’t see shit, I don’t even know where I’m looking!

Demonic woman: Just keep your eyes closed, and you-

*glass shatters*

I open my eyes to see a bloody old woman, almost zombie looking, on my bedroom floor, she came through my window. She turns her head unnaturaly to look at me and yell

“I TOLD YOU NOT TO LOOK!!! WHY THE FUCK DID YOU LOOK?!?!”

She jumps on me and covers my eyes with her frail, bloody hands and starts spinning me violently. She then stops, and I keep my eyes closed. I reach out in front of me, and feel my door handle. I open it, and it makes a slight creak and she says with a scarily concerned voice “Leaving so soon?”. I open my eyes to see the woman push the door shut gently then grab my blade off my dresser, slice her finger open and write in her blood on my door “No one leaves unblinded”. I screamed at the top of my lungs, and she put the blade to my throat and said “Do you want me to keep that too?”

January 5th, 2012

Note: I don’t remember all the details of this dream, but I will try to be as accurate as possible.

I’m walking down the hallway in front of my biology class with Marissa, and suddenly I’m in my hallway that connects my parents room to my brothers room, and then I’m in my best friends stairwell from the 3rd floor to the 2nd. And then I’m in a completely black area, and I can’t see anything. I blindly walk forward, and suddenly really bright lights were turned on. I’m in a hallway I do not recognize, I look to my left to see a wall of eyes. All kinds of eyes, human eyes, animal eyes, glass eyes. They are alive, the light made them dilate. A painful screech, like nails on a chalkboard, came from a voice behind the wall, and all of the eyes started blinking at the same time. Not a normal blinking, a “ow that light hurts” kind of blinking. Then the light started flickering, like a strobe light, and the wall start moving towards me, creepy voices, all in unison, said, “Can you see me now?”

Around every Halloween since I was about 7, I’ve had the same dream. It used to be a nightmare, but I’ve gotten used to it. It’s still alarming, but it’s no longer scary.

My mom, dad, brother, and I walk into a large building that appears to be an indoor farmers market. An employee of the store makes an announcement over the intercom “The Grape Ape* will be out in 5 minutes!”. My dad left and a metal door fell and bolted shut over the original door right after his exit. My mom disappeared and my brother and I (we remain the same age every time, so I’m still 7 and he’s still 5 every time I have this dream) are looking for a place to hide. I asked a man in a store uniform if we could hide behind the projector that the Grape Ape came out of, and he said no. He then picked up the phone and said “30 seconds!” and it rang through the whole store. I grabbed my brothers arm and we looked everywhere for Mom, and we couldn’t find her. We slid under a platform of lemons, right in front of where we were standing before, and the Grape Ape is projected. (Apparently, Grape Ape is an 80 foot tall holographic purple ape, but he has the physical abilities of the Hulk, and the wrath of God in his veins.) He bent over, looks at my brother and I and says in a booming whisper “You think you’d survive? Hahaha”, stands up, picks his foot up, and right before he steps on us, I wake up.

*As a young adult, my dad was called Grape Ape, it was a TV series from his childhood, and my dad has always been a bigger guy and wears purple all the time, so his friends called him “Grape Ape”.