The Collective
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Trigger Warnings: None
Dreaming Techniques: None
I've been having a lot of dreams lately, usually one after the other - sometimes like a story.
1. Let Me Dream Forever;
I awake in my room and immediately peer to the corner, beholding a crystalline lotus reminiscent of an item from Nezha (a spectacular animated film). However, instead of its usual contents, when I opened up the gem-petals it revealed a small, folded piece of paper. I retrieve it and set it to the side for now, not fully intent on opening it just yet. Instead, I take the lotus to the kitchen to show it to my family.
The only person who greets me is one of my former friends. While I continue to play with the lotus, she's staring off into the distance - suddenly I feel that something isn't right. "
Can you see it?" I ask her.
"
No."
"
Can you tell me if this is just my imagination?"
"
Yes."
I sigh, "
Right," and feel my lips pull back into a small, sad smile. There is inherent despondence to the fact that I now know this is a dream.. but I'll do anything to stay asleep. To keep playing with the lotus. It makes me so happy. So I return to my room and continue, completely unwanting to view the paper, as I know it will probably end my dream.
But it ends, anyway.
2. The Bathrooms;
There were about four of these dreams, and two landed me in the girl's restroom each time. The stall next to me would be occupied by my old english teacher, who would lean on the stall door either smirking or sad. The second encounter, I wasn't sure it was him, so I asked who he was.
"
I think 'Ghost' would be fitting." He replies. "
And you will be 'Ghoul.'"
I ask him why he wants to call me that, but he doesn't answer - instead, he tells me we must escape from hell. The bathroom transforms into a dreary forest touched by moonlight, and we stand on the branches of an old tree. Before we go, I assume, I ask him, "
Why didn't you ever contact me?" But the dream fades into the next...
Now, I'm at home, with my boyfriend and a girl friend of mine. She keeps trying to get my boyfriend alone with her, until I finally tell her to get out, shouting that I'd punch her. My boyfriend walks out of the room in little clothing and I realize that, one, I have yelled (being mad embarrasses me), and two, that, now, my parents know about my private life with my boyfriend. I run back into my room, crying, until my parents bust past the door and try to "comfort" me.
My boyfriend walks in, too, and I suppress newfound rage to yell at my parents - instead sobbing uncontrollably.
It fades into the last dream. Worn from the day before, I'm leading my boyfriend down the sidewalk, but I'm many feet ahead of him - too sad and embarrassed to remain too close. Behind me appears my english teacher, and once more I ask him why he never talked to me again after he left - but he just fades away. I wonder if I'm going crazy, and I wonder why my boyfriend doesn't care that it seems like I'm talking to myself. At this rate, I assume he's used to me, and that makes me even more sad.
The last thing I hear as my mind goes black is me pleading to my teacher for help. That I want to do something. He tells me, "
Then why don't you do something about it?" and I start to cry.
3. Outside In;
These one's I don't remember as much, but they've been the more recent ones, that have left me in very very bad paranoia to my own house. There was one where I felt as if there was someone beneath my bed, but luckily, a witchy friend of mine appeared and - in the form of my parents - told me that there was nothing. She showed me fake hands and feet and how they were controlled, so it felt like it was only a prank set up by my family.
Last night, I had a couple, one after the other. The first was at Toys R Us which had, for some reason, become a toy + grocery store - but everything was overpriced due to limited stock most likely the result of the virus and looting. I overhear conversations that the riots outside are getting worse, and there were some in Germany which had led to the destruction of many important buildings and cities such as the capital, Berlin.
We quickly drive home without anything to afford, but things get worse. This is when the next dream fades in. We're back in the house, but the darkness is a lot more terrifying than usual; there's that inherent feeling that
something isn't right, some kind of instinct we get on the occasion. My brother and I check out the garage in all of its mess, and for some reason, we're both too scared to get to the door and close it. As if there's something ready to jump at us before we lock the garage.
So, instead, I hear my mom mentioning she's going to check out her room. We've been hearing strange noises in there, and by the gods I won't be letting her go alone. I grab a flashlight and pepper spray and follow her into the hallway, and suddenly, it's not our house anymore. It's a new home but nobody mentions it - as if we'd moved in and everyone was already used to it. It's still just as dark and icky, with remnants of the old owner's life, like a shredded altar of someone or something left in one of the corners of my parent's room.
We walk in and behind the bed is a shadowy figure, but as it arises, the dream ends.
Notes: This was all after a very bad couple of nights, following days spent at my boyfriend's house.
Sherlock is definitely one of my closest