Hellish.
Dream Entry.
I usually have nightmares so I guess it's nothing so new and scary to me anymore. Besides, I have this gift for knowing if I am in a dream or not. I rarely also wake up from a nightmare so scared shitless with the crying and everything, so I guess my story for this entry is extraordinary, because now, it was different.
Earlier in the afternoon, I was with my cousins and my brother watching movies. A bonding time we like to have. Same day that evening, I was so pooped out, I slept the moment I got home. Then, the nightmare begins.
Everything seemed so real, because I was still with my cousins and my brother, supposedly going home from the mall, when in the freeway, the traffic started getting so heavy. For some reason, the cars were being forced to make one lane in the far right. The vehicles were moving so slow, but we were all having a good time, just talking about everything under then sun.
Finally, we saw what was causing the traffic as the car moved closer to the cause of it all. There were tons of dead bodies lying on the ground. Hundreds of them, with shirts bloodied up, with necks broken, with eyes wide open. There were men wearing protective gears and masks standing between the bodies, examining them. At the speed our car was moving, I could look at almost every dead person near the car, and I soaked up in all the horror and terror and sadness they gave me.
Even for a dream, it was just too much. It ended there, but when I woke up, I drowned in all the darkness and loneliness I absorbed in the coldness of my room. I sat up, scared that my feet might touch nothing as I step down, and that I might fall into nothingness, unsure of the reality that I woke up in. I wanted company, so I sought solace from my sisters who were up even at 1:13 in the morning, doing school work. And thank the heavens for school work then, because at least I had company. I sat with them, lay my head in my arms and cried. They felt sorry for me, and their eyes showed curiosity about what I had dreamt about, but I didn't even want to talk about it anymore.
It was a hell of a nightmare for me. Truly was. I would rather have a nightmare about ghosts and stuff, because at least I know they aren't real. Probably.
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