Last time on Dreadful Dream Ever.
"After many twists and turns and getting my head dizzy of all that roaming and getting lost, I finally reached the living room. I tried the door, unluckily locked from outside. I searched for another door or a window. I don't know how I was suddenly in the woods surrounded by '7' people I had seen in my dream. "
And I'm Awake.
Continue the story from where we left it.
After I was awakened by that awkward terrible, I jerked at everything that came in touch with me at that moment. For a few minutes, I was shocked. It was like my brain had halted for some moment, making me unable to process anything in the current moment. For what felt like hours later, I finally registered everything. My heart was still out of rhythm. I placed my hand over it for it to calm down. I calmed down and started to think about all that I saw in my dream. It was not a regular dream cause that could be said. It was like a vision in the form of something else. I didn't even want to think that it will happen in real cause it would be a horrible thing. If it were to happen in real life, I don't think I could do the same things again and in the same manner or if I could at least dodge the situation. For all, I know I could get miserably stuck in the circumstance. The main question that was coming into my mind was Now what? Should I concentrate on the dream and try to prevent it? Or should I be and try forgetting it.
The time it was 5:40. Just 20 minutes to wake up. But I knew that if I am resting again to me that I am going to wake up by 6'o clock and get ready to go to school become near about impossible. I woke up and did all the morning things and got ready to surprise my mother. Cause I never wake up so early and without anyone's help to wake me up. When in school, as I expected, I was not at all interested in what the teacher was speaking, so I got distracted by the dream I saw this morning.
Lectures went by, but I was still in my bubble, unable to break it. I went to eat lunch with my friends. They may have noticed my gloomy mode as they didn't bother me for a few 10-12 minutes, but their patience ran out starting their truth session. I told them everything with every minute detail that I could remember at that time; they must be wishing what to do about me. After looking at me as if they will seriously push me down a high cliff if I dream about it again, they started talking one by one as if prepared by them a long time ago to taunt me. Emma spoke first," Why in the bloody Hell do YOU keep having these dreams." Then Sophia started," And why are they getting weirder and weirder after the last one." Jane added, "And I swear if you keep having these dreams, I'll punch you in your guts."
I had already expected an even more intense session than this. This questioning was mild and somewhat up to the current situation. I said, "What do you expect me to do? Go and talk to the one who is showing me these dreams that I beg of him to stop showing me these dreams and give me better visions. Like what dafuq." It was true that even I am frustrated with these types of dreams. But it's not in my hands. I am not some dream god to stop and start these. Nor do I have some remote control for it.
I felt a little guilty for involving them in my matters. I tried to leave them alone and maybe not return to them, but luck was just not on my side. They must have noticed my expression when I was thinking about it and may or may not have realized what I must be doing. So before I could leave, they had already bounded me to my seat by pushing me down back; their angry and disappointed stares on me. For a minute, I thought they must have been disappointed by me because of my dreams.
I finally broke the tension between us and then said something that I think infuriated them to a new extent such that if there's a slight chance that I am not their friend, then I would have been torn apart into small-small pieces for them to use as fertilizer. That look was truly SCARY! I swear that my breath's in my throat to such extent that it may kill me. I said," I am sorry for disturbing you all. I shouldn't have said anything about my dream and ruined your mood." If they could breathe fire, then all the wrath would have been showered on me by now. I was like, kill me now.
The bell finally rang, indicating that the lunch break was over.
We all headed to our respective classes, and the day went by. After school, we had tuitions that none of us wanted to attend at all. As the day went by, I still had the dream going on and on in my head. Day left, and the night was upon us.
When I thought about the whole day, there were many Deja Vu's happening through and through. Many similarities about the dream were happening. Like the same colored van appearing, the feeling of someone following me, one or two people that I had seen in my dream appearing in front of me, etc. There was an uneasy feeling in my heart thinking about it. It was like it was happening as just a coincidence. But was it a coincidence? I maintained myself and went to sleep that my slumber doesn't get disturbed this time. I am already having a hard time trying to keep my eyes open during the lectures. If this goes on, then I may doze off for all the lectures / I may not wake up on time anymore.
I started to complete all my study work before going to sleep. I asked all the students in my class what had been today. They gave me all the notes for me copy for today. When I was in the last part of completing my work, I was thinking about today's dream again. It had stuck my thoughts too much. I was too tired today to know when I was drifting off to sleep. I was fast and wrote as readable as possible so that I don't drool off on my and my classmate's books.