We were supposedly in "my house", which turned out to be some gigantic mansion. I can recall some of my friends with me, especially Jeffery (Which I am not proud of) Things were going swell, until oh shit...Wolverine has come to behead all of us.
My heart was pumping and we all stood there gazing out the window watching Logan (Wolverine) run around, slashing at nothing. We were calm until Logan began breaking down the door to my house, which is when the situation started to heat up.
Fuck, all we could do was climb out the window and find some car to drive away with. So balancing ourselves out on the window sill (on the 2nd floor), we found an elevator of some sort that would bring us down to where the cars were located. Jeffery was in the front, like the selfish fag he is, but for some odd reason I had the desire to push him off balance as a joke. So I did. He fell to the ground, and we watched Logan tear away his face...so sad, kinda? (I wasn't freaking out in the dream)
After Jeffery's death, we realized we were then hopeless. We proceeded to the closet inside the room, which was our last resort for surviving. All of us were frightened of what Logan was capable of doing to us, tearing us limb from limb. To make things worse, we heard large foot steps pounding up the stairs. The door creaked open, as the scene was at its most suspenseful...
and then I woke up.
