Dreamin’ Inside A Dream
Have you ever dreamed inside a dream? Last night was one of those times that I have dreamed inside a dream. It was horrific. In my dream I was sleeping in another person’s bed with my two sisters. Then in my dream I woke up because I was having a nightmare. In that nightmare was a little girl who looks like something from an Asian horror movie. Her face looks dead, her eyes were big and were looking at me, piercing me with it sharp looks. In my dream I was trying to scream, but no sound would come out. In my dream, I was telling my cousin about the nightmare I had. Whenever I start telling her about it, the little girl would appear, looking at me. In my dream, my heart was racing fast. Subconciously, I want to wake up, but every time I think I did, I was still trapped inside my dream’s nightmare! I wanted so badly for something or someone to wake me up…but nothing and no one did. Then in my dream, I finally woke up, my nightmare about the girl was over, but I am taken to a semi-familiar place. This place was supposed to be where I live, but it is a bit different. The houses were different. The people are not my neighbors. I was riding in a car, and it dropped me off my supposedly “home”. When I got in, there was no one there, so I decided to go upstairs and check on my room. Everything inside that house was different, even my room. Our real house is made of concrete, and in that dream, it was wood, and there were lots of windows and doors that led to the outside. In my dream, I walked downstairs because I heard a noise. Then I saw a lot of people walking outside our house. I had the feeling that they were going to rob us, so I locked the doors and closed all the windows. I then ran upstairs. When I looked back, there was a man, a man who in my dream felt like he was going to rob us. I took a big pole that was conveniently inside my room, and I used it to fend him off. It was really weird, because suddenly there was this lady, and I talked to her as if she was really someone who lives in our house. Apparently, she was the one who was letting people in. I gave up in my dream. I yelled out loudto all those people to take whatever they want from our house, then I ran off in the streets as if someone was chasing me. At that point, I wanted so badly to wake up, and I can hear the phone ringing [our real phone], but my eyes and my conciousness won’t allow me to wake up. Then suddenly, a familiar voice spoke to me, it was my father. He told me to come with him, and I did. Then I woke up. For real. To an emplty house.
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