We were walking.
My brothers and I were walking together. I found it strange that none of us were talking, no jokes, no annoying the hell out of me, but I waved it off, enjoying the few moments of peace I ever have in my life
We look forth, heading to a destination I don't even know. The sky was grey. Not a stormy grey, but rather, a plain, dull grey.
My younger brother took sight of our nameless destination, and ran off by himself. I went to follow him, but then I stopped. My older brother wasn't following.
I look to my brother questioningly, and he told me to go follow him by myself, and that he'll follow later. I nod, and continue forth under the night sky.
I found that there were many manholes around the place. I avoid them, walking around the holes, eyeing my two younger brothers as they ran around the holes.
I suddenly found myself around the edge of the marble platform of manholes, and I look up to see someone I didn't really expect to see.
The person started pulling my younger brother towards a manhole. I only stood there, watching with terrified eyes as the person started ranting about something that, despite the seriousness of the situation, I could understand.
My older brother was there as well, looking for a way to grab my brother away from this person.
The person, however, succeeded in pulling my brother to the manhole.
My eyes widened and I was all too slow in running towards the manhole- and my brother- to try and save him.
He fell into the black, black, black.
I tried to scream, but I could only manage a silent shriek.
And that's when I snapped my eyes open, suddenly feeling hot and found my heart beating faster than it should during sleep.
---
I suddenly realized it was all just a dream.
Just a dream my foot, I couldn't help but think.
I just lied there like that, feeling the steady thrum beating and waited for it to slow down on its own.
Is it even planning on slowing down anytime soon? I thought, annoyed as I flipped myself onto my back, facing the ceiling of my room.
It was all just a dream. A fucking nightmare.
There were so many signs I'm surprised I didn't realize earlier.
The strange silence. The strange dull grey of the sky suddenly turning into night black. The unknown destination. The soundless voices. Two younger brothers. The switching of locations. The person that was not. The place of manholes and nightmares. The place where most of my nightmares take place-
I'm seriously surprised I didn't notice before.
Alright. I haven't had a nightmare in a while. What to do?
I considered telling my parents about it. They would comfort me, and they would understand-
But now that I think about it, I probably wouldn't want to talk of it to them. I seriously doubt what they would say is what I want to hear right now.
Just forget about it?
No, I seriously won't be able to until I tell someone.
Alright.
... Just what was with that person?
That person had the same voice as someone I know.
Yet the person's appearance didn't quite fit the bill.
What the person was talking about...
While I nearly hyperventilated when my younger brother fell, I have to be honest; I could actually understand what the person was saying.
But the person wasn't anyone I knew.
And the location.
The last few dreams that I had took place there too; a museum-like spot, with rows of manholes. Though my sudden teleportation sent me off to the staircase, there was suddenly only one manhole instead of rows of it.
I lied there for sometime. I still haven't actually calmed down from nightmare adrenaline rush.
Okay, okay, what to think of... What to think of...
The World Ends With You.
Yes, I decided to think of The World Ends With You.
After dwelling on TWEWY, I couldn't help but think of what to do.
I was definitely not going back to sleep; not after what I just dreamed up, and I already took a two-hour-long nap the previous evening.
So I decided to turn on the laptop.
At 4.40-something.
Don't judge me.
---
And that's how I'm up at 5.50 in the morning, typing this down.
It should not take 17 flippin' minutes to calm down.
Seriously.
Damn nightmares...
I still haven't mastered the art of lucid dreaming. It may be because I usually just have dreamless nights, or it could be my own laziness, but I still haven't. Which sucks ass. Yeah...
EDIT: Creative. Well, I guess you're allowed to rate it whatever, but just to let you know, this was my actual nightmare last night :S
My brothers and I were walking together. I found it strange that none of us were talking, no jokes, no annoying the hell out of me, but I waved it off, enjoying the few moments of peace I ever have in my life
We look forth, heading to a destination I don't even know. The sky was grey. Not a stormy grey, but rather, a plain, dull grey.
My younger brother took sight of our nameless destination, and ran off by himself. I went to follow him, but then I stopped. My older brother wasn't following.
I look to my brother questioningly, and he told me to go follow him by myself, and that he'll follow later. I nod, and continue forth under the night sky.
I found that there were many manholes around the place. I avoid them, walking around the holes, eyeing my two younger brothers as they ran around the holes.
I suddenly found myself around the edge of the marble platform of manholes, and I look up to see someone I didn't really expect to see.
The person started pulling my younger brother towards a manhole. I only stood there, watching with terrified eyes as the person started ranting about something that, despite the seriousness of the situation, I could understand.
My older brother was there as well, looking for a way to grab my brother away from this person.
The person, however, succeeded in pulling my brother to the manhole.
My eyes widened and I was all too slow in running towards the manhole- and my brother- to try and save him.
He fell into the black, black, black.
I tried to scream, but I could only manage a silent shriek.
And that's when I snapped my eyes open, suddenly feeling hot and found my heart beating faster than it should during sleep.
---
I suddenly realized it was all just a dream.
Just a dream my foot, I couldn't help but think.
I just lied there like that, feeling the steady thrum beating and waited for it to slow down on its own.
Is it even planning on slowing down anytime soon? I thought, annoyed as I flipped myself onto my back, facing the ceiling of my room.
It was all just a dream. A fucking nightmare.
There were so many signs I'm surprised I didn't realize earlier.
The strange silence. The strange dull grey of the sky suddenly turning into night black. The unknown destination. The soundless voices. Two younger brothers. The switching of locations. The person that was not. The place of manholes and nightmares. The place where most of my nightmares take place-
I'm seriously surprised I didn't notice before.
Alright. I haven't had a nightmare in a while. What to do?
I considered telling my parents about it. They would comfort me, and they would understand-
But now that I think about it, I probably wouldn't want to talk of it to them. I seriously doubt what they would say is what I want to hear right now.
Just forget about it?
No, I seriously won't be able to until I tell someone.
Alright.
... Just what was with that person?
That person had the same voice as someone I know.
Yet the person's appearance didn't quite fit the bill.
What the person was talking about...
While I nearly hyperventilated when my younger brother fell, I have to be honest; I could actually understand what the person was saying.
But the person wasn't anyone I knew.
And the location.
The last few dreams that I had took place there too; a museum-like spot, with rows of manholes. Though my sudden teleportation sent me off to the staircase, there was suddenly only one manhole instead of rows of it.
I lied there for sometime. I still haven't actually calmed down from nightmare adrenaline rush.
Okay, okay, what to think of... What to think of...
The World Ends With You.
Yes, I decided to think of The World Ends With You.
After dwelling on TWEWY, I couldn't help but think of what to do.
I was definitely not going back to sleep; not after what I just dreamed up, and I already took a two-hour-long nap the previous evening.
So I decided to turn on the laptop.
At 4.40-something.
Don't judge me.
---
And that's how I'm up at 5.50 in the morning, typing this down.
It should not take 17 flippin' minutes to calm down.
Seriously.
Damn nightmares...
I still haven't mastered the art of lucid dreaming. It may be because I usually just have dreamless nights, or it could be my own laziness, but I still haven't. Which sucks ass. Yeah...
EDIT: Creative. Well, I guess you're allowed to rate it whatever, but just to let you know, this was my actual nightmare last night :S
