My dream 5
I was talking to Mom about a friend of mine that called a few days back, After that we went to the balcony, but from different sides of the house. Somehow we weren't living in the same house we are currently living in now, or any of the house we have lived in for the passed few years,it was kinda a little castle.
Mom was at a balcony that came out from her room, I was at a balcony that came out from a little room outside the castle. While we were there we kept talking because the balconies we close to each other and was pointing at the same direction in which there was a road filled with people and cars. While we were there my friend Anton walked by, so I told my mom "Hey that was the guy I was talking to you about, the one with the short jeans pants and grey shirt". I was almost certain it was him because this person had a similar body shape as him, was dressed more or less the same way he used to and walked like him, I was about to call out his name when he turned around and I was shocked. It wasn't him at all, it was a scary looking dude with soooo much facial hair that you could hardly see any skin on this face, his beard was so long it gat to his chest. You couldn't even see his eyes. Mom saw him and pointed "Is that him", with a wierd expresión on my fácil while I turned my head over to the balcony my mom was at, I answered "No". She then added, "Well you shouldn't have told me to look at him, because he noticed and is staring back" I then looked back at him and he was staring straight dead at us, emotionless, and not wheeling to stop. He even stopped walking around to stare at us, then I decided to ignore him and just go back inside, as I was getting down from the tower I noticed he began to walk over to our house, to our door. He walked slow, not in a rush, almost as if he was some kind of posed zombie or something. After getting down from tower I was on my way to the house when I noticed someone was at our gate, I could tell it was him from a little space between the fence and the gate, I ran over to make sure the gate was looked, but the kept banging trying to push the gate down, just the sound of him bagging at the gate sacred the shit out of me, it sound like a monster was trying to get in. The bagging then stopped for a while, and a few moments later I saw someone jump over the fence, it wasn't him, but this guy looked just as scary, then others came after him, I ran over to the door of our house and locked it behind me but I didn't stop and kept running, that door was made out of glass and soon after I ran away I heard a loud sound of glass breaking. Something that scared me a lot about them, they weren't in a hurry, they weren't running, they somehow seemed confident enough about catching me that they didn't need to run. I kept falling while I ran and locked a door behind me which they broke down with ease. I remember thinking "This is a dream, this must be a dream, it has to be a dream". I was so scared that I didn't even noticed that with each door I locked, each room I entered seemed to be darker than the last, until it was total darkness and I couldn't find the stares to get up to my mom's room, I even tripped on them and this sacred me because I couldn't tell where they were, if they were close or far, if even they were in the same room, I thought about hiding but it was too dark to hide anywhere, I was crying out of fear because they didn't look human, it didn't feel like a robbery, it felt more sinister than that. And that's when I woke up.
Mom was at a balcony that came out from her room, I was at a balcony that came out from a little room outside the castle. While we were there we kept talking because the balconies we close to each other and was pointing at the same direction in which there was a road filled with people and cars. While we were there my friend Anton walked by, so I told my mom "Hey that was the guy I was talking to you about, the one with the short jeans pants and grey shirt". I was almost certain it was him because this person had a similar body shape as him, was dressed more or less the same way he used to and walked like him, I was about to call out his name when he turned around and I was shocked. It wasn't him at all, it was a scary looking dude with soooo much facial hair that you could hardly see any skin on this face, his beard was so long it gat to his chest. You couldn't even see his eyes. Mom saw him and pointed "Is that him", with a wierd expresión on my fácil while I turned my head over to the balcony my mom was at, I answered "No". She then added, "Well you shouldn't have told me to look at him, because he noticed and is staring back" I then looked back at him and he was staring straight dead at us, emotionless, and not wheeling to stop. He even stopped walking around to stare at us, then I decided to ignore him and just go back inside, as I was getting down from the tower I noticed he began to walk over to our house, to our door. He walked slow, not in a rush, almost as if he was some kind of posed zombie or something. After getting down from tower I was on my way to the house when I noticed someone was at our gate, I could tell it was him from a little space between the fence and the gate, I ran over to make sure the gate was looked, but the kept banging trying to push the gate down, just the sound of him bagging at the gate sacred the shit out of me, it sound like a monster was trying to get in. The bagging then stopped for a while, and a few moments later I saw someone jump over the fence, it wasn't him, but this guy looked just as scary, then others came after him, I ran over to the door of our house and locked it behind me but I didn't stop and kept running, that door was made out of glass and soon after I ran away I heard a loud sound of glass breaking. Something that scared me a lot about them, they weren't in a hurry, they weren't running, they somehow seemed confident enough about catching me that they didn't need to run. I kept falling while I ran and locked a door behind me which they broke down with ease. I remember thinking "This is a dream, this must be a dream, it has to be a dream". I was so scared that I didn't even noticed that with each door I locked, each room I entered seemed to be darker than the last, until it was total darkness and I couldn't find the stares to get up to my mom's room, I even tripped on them and this sacred me because I couldn't tell where they were, if they were close or far, if even they were in the same room, I thought about hiding but it was too dark to hide anywhere, I was crying out of fear because they didn't look human, it didn't feel like a robbery, it felt more sinister than that. And that's when I woke up.
26-30, M
