2009-01-28-BFP409-ourroborross


409 Our Rob Or Ross.

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I had this dream that I was a kid living in the south.  My friends and I would go swimming in the river.  You could see an old structure out in the middle of the water, equidistant from either shore.  I found out that it used to be a prison where all the inmates died in a fire.  Then one of the guys went missing.  Apparently drowned, but an old man told us that we shouldn’t swim in those waters.  He said that the spirits of evil men claimed the souls of anyone who drew too close.  We were happy to stay away until our missing friend began appearing to each of us.  Eventually we all made our way out to the abandoned prison.  I woke up before we had done anything, but I have a feeling things weren’t going to end happily.  I’ll probably write the whole dream out when I have some free time.  It would make a good horror/suspense movie, I think.