As a child, I was always afraid of Chucky (you know the killer doll) I would get scared he was in the hallway or in the dark closet. When I was younger I always had to be with someone. Now, I don't have to be, but I'm uncomfortable being alone too long because my mind easily plays tricks on me, not that I have a mental disorder, I'm just a chicken. In the dream, I was with a friend and Chucky didn't try to kill my friend but he tried to kill me, and it took place at my house. Once I found out he was there (I believe from the friend) I hid in the front garden of my house.....after a few minutes, I got up and looked at the porch door and Chucky was waiting for me, smiling. (I think he had a knife too, I'm not sure) All I remember is that I went in the house and he hid and me and a few other people (I didn't know them) sat down on wooden chairs, then chucky casually came and sat down...we were all being nice to him, This part of my house wasn't like my actual house like the other scene.
2007-07-20
04:54:27
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