To really go back into my head there was this one dream that
kept happening night after night, pretty much actually the same. I would be
walking somewhere, don’t really remember where, in the dark and I would just
get grabbed by someone. Being forced to follow him (was able to hear his voice,
didn’t know who it was though) no matter how much I tried to fight him off, I
was overpowered, no hope in fighting. What was going to happen to me? I
wondered, just trying to figure out what was going on and if I could make it
out of this alive.
The next thing I know I would be changed in a room which had
a bed and a toilet, nothing else. A door way was at the far end of the room but
I couldn’t reach it due to the chain on my wrist. The farthest I could go would
be the toilet and the bed other than that I was stuck. No hope in moving around
unless I wanted to break my wrist to get out of the shackles that was confiding
me to the room.
I would try to scream for help but there was no point, no
one could hear me. There was nothing I was able to do. Not really having much
food or water I had gave up on hope. Did anyone even know I was missing? Is
anyone trying to find me? Am I ever going to get home? All of these things would rush though my
head. It’s been weeks and I haven’t seen the light of day, and I just sit there
on the bed not even trying to be heard again since I been screaming till my
voice went and it was still gone. Just sitting there waiting for death to find
me and take me to the “next life”
Granted this dream has about two endings: one where I wake up just before I was about
to die, and when I would be saved. Someone noticed that I was gone and stopped
at nothing until he found me. Sure by the time he did find me I was pretty much
half dead anyway but still breathing, alive. Being carried out of the room and
into the world again, in his arms I could never feel safer.
To say I am quite happy that this dream had not came to me
in months, but sadly it is one of those dreams that stay with me, no matter
how many times I want it to go away.
I hate when there's a person in your dream that makes you feel really comfortable and safe, but you can't see their face or who they are. And when you wake up you're pissed because you wish they were real.
ReplyDeleteActually the person who saves me is always the person I fancied at the time...so I knew who he was, but still don't know who took me and put me in that room, nor do I know why.
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