I studied dreams awhile back before I was diagnosed with schizophrenia. Here it goes my dreams.

A dream about people you know.
I had a dream some time ago, it was about someone I know. It feels like a black and white movie done by Hitchcock. I broke this object on the head of the person I knew, it was breaking glass that shattered. The glass seemed almost the way hard candy is when you bite into it, it has a tendency to shatter and spread in the mouth, sometimes, your mouth will show evidence of candy being in the mouth. The candy can leave a color coating and scent that is sweet and sugary, and a few shattered tiny pieces left. It was like a glass house kind of. Similar to a glass house in a carnival but not quite. The dream I had I was mentally ill when I had it. I was much worst than I'am now. The dream was like a picture. The picture was abstract surreal. The story was nonfiction. The dream was a picture story. When I think of Hitchcock I think of the movie he did about birds and the one he did about psycho. When I think about my dream I think about Hitchcock's movies birds and psycho. The picture dream doesn't go anywhere, it's almost as if, it's a still dream picture.
The color or black and white didn't seem to matter in my dream. The dream was like a setting being filmed on scene in a certain setting. The setting might have been the atmosphere.

I did wake up in a panic, fear, and overwhelmed with emotions. Afterwards, I read the whole bible. I read the whole new testament. I said prayers. This is true.