Well, I don't know if I'm doing this right, my dream has a lot of details and is probably boring, but here it is anyway. (oh, I also ramble, so only read it if you really want to)

Here's a dream, a bit long winded but perhaps the most terror inspiring one I'd had as a young child. I've had it quite a few times when I was younger.

The setting is always the same, and it goes a bit like this. My grandparent's house is a farm house and it has a bunch of fruit trees and hedge-ish evergreens all about their yard and the barn. I would love to play in their yard, perhaps this is why the dream takes place here. In this dream it is slightly darker than a normal day, not evening, perhaps stormy but I don't remember any particular weather apart from it not being bright. This may be because the world seems to have stopped, or is before it starts (if that makes sence). I say this because all the trees are much younger than I would have ever remembered them. I remember the trees because I would play and hide in them, but in the dream they are very small plants.

In the yard of my grandparent's farm house I am running about frantically with a number of other children my approximate age (the first time I had the dream I was only seven, the ages never change when it recurrs). I don't particularly know the other children, perhaps I've forgotten them because it was so long ago, anyway, we are running around in a panic. Everyone is panicing and searching for keys. Not keys to doors, but keys more like piano keys.

There is a booming voice of no particular gender wherever we run. I don't think I can really say what the voice is saying as it's hard to place the words, something to the effect of "it's too late" or "find them". It's strange because the voice is clear and booming, but hard for me to describe.

Whenever we hear the voice there is a pulse, like a heatbeat, and I see the image of what seems to be a clock/coffin/piano. I say all three because that is what it is. A piano because the children need to put piano keys into it, a coffin beacuse it opens like one, and a clock because it has the face of a clock (looks like a grandfather clock). It is black and plain, but terrifying to me. It was what was demanding things of us, it was the clock that told us what to do. I'm not sure if I could draw it at all, it's a very strange thing object encompassing all three.

The voice came from the clock, or, it felt that way. But, the clock wasn't outdoors with us, it was in some sort of basement or place I was not able to reach, yet, we were able to put the keys into it while remaining outside.

I do not remember finding any keys, only searching and being afraid. We needed to find all the keys or something very bad would happen, something very terrible that we all anticipated but never actually described. Finally the voice would be very angry, and we knew it was because we had not found all the keys. This is probably the point where I was most afraid. Then, for some reason, nothing would happen.

It would all stop, the ground wasn't shaking, the voice was gone. There was, however a new person, an adult who was farmiliar but unknown outside of the dream. This person had a voice that I associated with the clock's voice, but wouldn't speak (if that makes sence). That person was very sorrowful, the other children aren't there anymore, but the rest of the world is going again, it was like something very bad had happend that no one would talk about. Then the dream would somehow fade off, perhaps into another dream, or perhaps I would wake up. This dream would wake me up, but for some reason not when I was most afraid....

Maybe it was that person who was sad at the end that made me wake up. I felt that I caused the terrible thing to happen, and that scared me more than the voice, maybe, I don't really know. It would make more sence if I would wake up right when the "time ran out" but I don't, it goes a bit more and changes completely.