TwilightBlade
All dreams are but another reality.
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Tired, I fell asleep around 10 PM and did not wake up until 3 AM. I lurked on the internet for an hour until drowsiness struck me again. I changed into my pajamas and crawled back into, what I thought was, the comforts of my bed.
I experienced one of the most vivid yet horrible dreams of my life.
My family and I were vacationing somewhere, maybe just a few miles from home; I am not sure, but it was foreign to me. We were at a crowded, outdoor yet covered evening event. I do recall getting a haircut and wanting to buy something for myself, but other details are fuzzy. Seems absurd, but I accepted it.
Suddenly, the floor quivered as my vision blurred; people screamed as sirens wailed. I saw the floor collapsing ahead of me. I saw brown puffs of smoke engulfing the panic ahead of me. I saw my mother standing directly ahead of me.
I know I am going to die. I clutched my mom, could feel the fear rushing through her shaking body, although I did not see her face. She was staring ahead. I cried, "I know we are going to die, so I am sorry for annoying you all these years but I love you." I love you, my last words, to someone I considered the most wicked person.
We vanished.
I know I was dead. I was trapped in a heart of darkness. I could not see anything. However, I could faintly hear my thoughts. I could feel my eyes darting around, searching for life. So this is what is it like being dead…..? Except, I was not dead. I know nothing.
Upon becoming conscious, I found myself sprawled face up on the floor under a desk. All sorts of indistinguishable toys, trashes, and papers cluttered the floor. This room look like it was hit by a tornado, but what I felt was an earthquake.
Although I spaced out for a while, I did get up, attempting to explore in awe and terror. As I progressed towards the northern end of the one-story building, I saw overturned furniture, broken wood and glass, scattered papers, leaking water, and much debris. Every precious material became indistinguishable junk.
The home's structure remained intact. I realized that I was at my home because the similarities were uncanny. However, I distinctly remember falling. Now, I was above on solid ground at home. How? Seems absurd, but I accepted it.
My first clear thought was, Where is my family?
As soon as I approached my living room, I could partially answer that question.
My mom was dead.
Squeamish, oh so squeamish, I abruptly turned around and wanted to explore the southern end of my house. I passed by my brother's room, although it appeared to be vacant. I could not find life. Everything seemed hopeless.
My second clear thought was, How do I tell my friends what happened to me?
Of course, PC came to mind. Regardless, I could not find my laptop. I guess that if I disappeared for months, my friends would get the idea, however cruel that sounds.
At this point, I was coping for arguably hours with the trauma of being an only survivor. I cannot recall what happened at this point, or next… I remember being in my brother's room and the living room, but now I found my brother, curled up, and my father, in a daze, in those rooms, respectively. Did they just.. Appear? And we are soon to be rescued..? Heavens, we are all okay…? What happened to my mother's body?
In reality, I remember telling my mom how much I hated her, how I would not cry at her funeral, how she should simply rot.
As soon as I woke up, I was shaking, sobbing, sweating, choking, gasping for air, gasping for life.
I have cried several times while typing this; every time was when re-reading, "I love you."
And even typing that.
5:45 AM, I woke up.
5:49 AM, my mom went into the bathroom. She knows I am awake. She spies on me like an angel.
I cannot fall asleep. The sun is out.
(I have never experienced a catastrophe in my life, so my depictions may be inaccurate, but my emotions were raw. This was more for my benefit, not for your entertainment, regardless).
Good morning, world.
I experienced one of the most vivid yet horrible dreams of my life.
My family and I were vacationing somewhere, maybe just a few miles from home; I am not sure, but it was foreign to me. We were at a crowded, outdoor yet covered evening event. I do recall getting a haircut and wanting to buy something for myself, but other details are fuzzy. Seems absurd, but I accepted it.
Suddenly, the floor quivered as my vision blurred; people screamed as sirens wailed. I saw the floor collapsing ahead of me. I saw brown puffs of smoke engulfing the panic ahead of me. I saw my mother standing directly ahead of me.
I know I am going to die. I clutched my mom, could feel the fear rushing through her shaking body, although I did not see her face. She was staring ahead. I cried, "I know we are going to die, so I am sorry for annoying you all these years but I love you." I love you, my last words, to someone I considered the most wicked person.
We vanished.
I know I was dead. I was trapped in a heart of darkness. I could not see anything. However, I could faintly hear my thoughts. I could feel my eyes darting around, searching for life. So this is what is it like being dead…..? Except, I was not dead. I know nothing.
Upon becoming conscious, I found myself sprawled face up on the floor under a desk. All sorts of indistinguishable toys, trashes, and papers cluttered the floor. This room look like it was hit by a tornado, but what I felt was an earthquake.
Although I spaced out for a while, I did get up, attempting to explore in awe and terror. As I progressed towards the northern end of the one-story building, I saw overturned furniture, broken wood and glass, scattered papers, leaking water, and much debris. Every precious material became indistinguishable junk.
The home's structure remained intact. I realized that I was at my home because the similarities were uncanny. However, I distinctly remember falling. Now, I was above on solid ground at home. How? Seems absurd, but I accepted it.
My first clear thought was, Where is my family?
As soon as I approached my living room, I could partially answer that question.
My mom was dead.
Squeamish, oh so squeamish, I abruptly turned around and wanted to explore the southern end of my house. I passed by my brother's room, although it appeared to be vacant. I could not find life. Everything seemed hopeless.
My second clear thought was, How do I tell my friends what happened to me?
Of course, PC came to mind. Regardless, I could not find my laptop. I guess that if I disappeared for months, my friends would get the idea, however cruel that sounds.
At this point, I was coping for arguably hours with the trauma of being an only survivor. I cannot recall what happened at this point, or next… I remember being in my brother's room and the living room, but now I found my brother, curled up, and my father, in a daze, in those rooms, respectively. Did they just.. Appear? And we are soon to be rescued..? Heavens, we are all okay…? What happened to my mother's body?
In reality, I remember telling my mom how much I hated her, how I would not cry at her funeral, how she should simply rot.
As soon as I woke up, I was shaking, sobbing, sweating, choking, gasping for air, gasping for life.
I have cried several times while typing this; every time was when re-reading, "I love you."
And even typing that.
5:45 AM, I woke up.
5:49 AM, my mom went into the bathroom. She knows I am awake. She spies on me like an angel.
I cannot fall asleep. The sun is out.
(I have never experienced a catastrophe in my life, so my depictions may be inaccurate, but my emotions were raw. This was more for my benefit, not for your entertainment, regardless).
Good morning, world.