first nightmare.
In all of my sixteen years, I've never experienced a nightmare because I really had no reason to. Now that I have I still don't understand. No one's died, nothing eventful has happened. It's kind of scary. On top of that, I woke up crying with My Immortal playing by Evanescence. It's creepy.
What scares me the most is that my dreams have a tendency to be real. Be it dreams two years to the prior event or a day before, but it still happens. As scared as I am, this dream was a bit off-the-wall for it to be real but it still scares the living wits out of me.
It's night and I'm walking home from god-knows-where. I go inside my house and everything is not how I left it. Chairs are overturned, the glass table is broken, the wooden table in the living room is missing a leg... what people of the house should be doing are not doing them. My grandma's not in the kitchen going about her business and my grandpa isn't sitting on his couch watching t.v. What frightens me the most is how the white walls and carpets of my house isn't white anymore but a deep crimson color - edging close to a shade of black.
I drop my bag I don't know I have with me and climb the stairs. The t.v. in the family room is out of its casing, the couch is ripped to shreds, the plants on the table are dying, and the fax machine refuses to cease printing out blank papers.
"Anyone home?" I call out.
No one answers.
I check my grandparents' room - empty. I check my sister/office room - also empty. Then, I go into my room.
And I want to die. I feel sick. My family's been massacred and laying haphazardly over the beds and table. One unidentified body is in the corner. The walls are stained with blood, the closet is opened and clothes are spilling out.
I run to the nearest phone. There's no dial tone. I run outside of the house and call for help but stop dead. Bodies I hadn't noticed before are on the streets. I can see from between the houses across the street the ocean, which is stained a sinister color of red.
Then, I hear a loud bang! that echoes in my head for a long while. I've never felt so cold, so alone.
And I fall.
It's morbid and it's scary. I know I'm not going insane because I'm perfectly sane as can be vouched by anyone. If anything, that seemed more like an omen to me. But loved ones dying?
I was so scared that after I awoke, I cried until I felt faint and couldn't breathe.
I feel so enclosed now, like the walls are closing in. Everytime I feel discomfort, I get claustrophobic.
So, I'm going out for a run. I need to sort things out for a while.
(Annie, yes you naturalrhythm, I offered you a code once before and I forgot all about it until last night. =/ If you still want it, I could give it to you.)
What scares me the most is that my dreams have a tendency to be real. Be it dreams two years to the prior event or a day before, but it still happens. As scared as I am, this dream was a bit off-the-wall for it to be real but it still scares the living wits out of me.
It's night and I'm walking home from god-knows-where. I go inside my house and everything is not how I left it. Chairs are overturned, the glass table is broken, the wooden table in the living room is missing a leg... what people of the house should be doing are not doing them. My grandma's not in the kitchen going about her business and my grandpa isn't sitting on his couch watching t.v. What frightens me the most is how the white walls and carpets of my house isn't white anymore but a deep crimson color - edging close to a shade of black.
I drop my bag I don't know I have with me and climb the stairs. The t.v. in the family room is out of its casing, the couch is ripped to shreds, the plants on the table are dying, and the fax machine refuses to cease printing out blank papers.
"Anyone home?" I call out.
No one answers.
I check my grandparents' room - empty. I check my sister/office room - also empty. Then, I go into my room.
And I want to die. I feel sick. My family's been massacred and laying haphazardly over the beds and table. One unidentified body is in the corner. The walls are stained with blood, the closet is opened and clothes are spilling out.
I run to the nearest phone. There's no dial tone. I run outside of the house and call for help but stop dead. Bodies I hadn't noticed before are on the streets. I can see from between the houses across the street the ocean, which is stained a sinister color of red.
Then, I hear a loud bang! that echoes in my head for a long while. I've never felt so cold, so alone.
And I fall.
It's morbid and it's scary. I know I'm not going insane because I'm perfectly sane as can be vouched by anyone. If anything, that seemed more like an omen to me. But loved ones dying?
I was so scared that after I awoke, I cried until I felt faint and couldn't breathe.
I feel so enclosed now, like the walls are closing in. Everytime I feel discomfort, I get claustrophobic.
So, I'm going out for a run. I need to sort things out for a while.
(Annie, yes you naturalrhythm, I offered you a code once before and I forgot all about it until last night. =/ If you still want it, I could give it to you.)