Don't read if you feel offend by anything in this chapter k, k
I was very lonely at 13, I just changed schools and lost contact with my friends. I was praying to god for a friend, though I don't think it proves/disproves his exsistence.
I started having dreams about a guy, who looked to be a few years older than me. We'd hang out, talk etc. He was like an older brother to me, a brother I've always wanted to have.
In one of my dreams we were in a really white space, the only thing there besides us was wooden door. He asked me if I'd like to stay with him forever, I said yes. He commanded me to follow me and we went through the door. We found ourselves in a maze but for some reason the path to the exit was straight. I followed him through the darkness towards the light but walking was getting harder and harder every step I took. I started to hear whisperes telling me that I need to back off, it's not my time yet etc. Black, dead looking hands came from the walls of the maze and tried to stop me but I kept going. This guy hasn't experienced any difficulties, he never even looked at me once. Now that I think of it, it kinda reminds me of that greek myth about Orpheus and Euridica.
Breathing became harder for me, I started to suffocate. That's when I panicked and ran away, the hands left me alone and the voices stopped. After I closed the door I could hear this guy screaming "why did you leave me". I woke up with an asthma attack. I never dreamed about him again.
This situation could be easily explained by my lonelyness and asthma (which can affect dreams). But there's one issue.
Years later I found out that my mum had a misscarriage. She told us about it after she overheard me and my sister talking about wishing to have an older brother. It happened two years before I was born, my mum always wished that he was a boy and even named him Victor.
It explains why this guy looked so similar to my sister (and me) and why we became so close..