I was back in my bed, but still, something felt off; I realized then that I was drenched in water, almost like someone had poured a bucket of water over me while I was sleeping. I assumed I had just wet myself because of what seemed like a horrible nightmare, was it really a nightmare though? I'm too terrified, and it felt way too real just to be a nightmare.
That's when I removed my cover to climb out of bed. My eyes widened, and my heart started racing. "Why do my pants have dirt on them? Why do I have shoes on? I was pretty sure I came straight home after work, so why?" What does this mean?
I jumped out of my bed, with my hands over my head. I began to panic, and I started questioning and rethinking everything. I began to remember that while I was in the forest I fell into a puddle. Could this be the reason my pants were covered in dirt, and the reason I had shoes on? But then if it was, all of it would mean...
'Ok so it wasn't just a normal dream. Somehow and someway, I actually ended up back into that forest from 2 years ago, through my dream. But why?'
My heart was still racing, I was afraid to climb back into bed and head back to sleep.
I took off of my jeans, and began to rummage through the dresser for new ones. I needed answers so I decided I would look into this a bit more. But I was afraid of falling asleep again, so to keep me awake I decided head to the library right now for more research on what was happening to me.
Once I had my clothes on, I grabbed my car keys and quickly rushed to my vehicle.
Once I was in my car I slammed the door shut and drove off. A few minutes later I arrived at the library, I started grabbing any book I could find based on dreams and read through all of them as fast as I could. Once I finished, I used one of the computers on a desk nearby to see if anybody else had the same experience as I did.
That's when I found something shocking, there was a report on EXACT same thing that's been happening to me, although it had no views. But that's not what was shocking, what's shocking is what had been written in the report.
"There's no getting away, It'll always find you, It'll always be with you, don't run from it."
The next thing really shocked me. The name of the report was called "Winter's Requiem." I began to wonder what that meant, and why he called it that. I checked the reporter's contact information, only to find out some more shocking news.
A couple of weeks later, the same guy who wrote that report was found dead in his own home. It had been ruled as suicide, due to their being no evidence pointing to anybody. The crazier part about it is that, the man had ZERO physical or mental injuries found.
My heart started racing, I got out of my chair and started running as quickly a could, slipping and sliding, toward the door back to my car. Once I was in my vehicle I began punching the steering wheel, causing it to continuously honk in front of the library.
That's when one of the workers came out, she had looked really, really sleep deprived, frustrated and frightened all at the same time.
"What the hell is wrong with you, it's 4am in the morning, can you stop making so much damn noise." She shouted at me as loud as she could.
I had assumed she was just tired because of how late it was, so I just nodded my head feeling bad for her, before driving off. I drove to a store nearby my house, to grab anything I could to keep me awake for as long as possible. Things like, energy bars, energy drinks, coffee, and even candy.
Once I had got home, I turned on every light in the house, assuming it would help keep me from falling asleep. I then began to open to energy bars, shoving them both into my mouth, while drinking an energy drink.
I then remembered I had work In 2 hours, so I got up and headed to the bathroom to shower. Once I finished showering I made eggs, and pancakes, with a cup of coffee. By the time I finished, it was about time to start heading to work.
A couple of hours later at work, the energy drinks and energy bars from earlier must've started to wear off, because I was feeling insanely sleep deprived. You could probably notice in my eyes because, when my boss passed by she began to worry and question me.
"You look like you've been forcing yourself to stay awake, are you sure everything's okay at home."
Me and my boss had an amazing relationship, since we knew each other since high school and she's the one who gave me this job.
"You should go home and get rest, I'll find somebody to cover you until you start to feel better"
"It's okay I can keep working"
Once I said that, I think it frustrated her, because she slammed her hand on my work desk, and replied in a sort of angry tone.
"I said it's fine, head home and get some rest, It'll be better for both of us, and I won't have you half ass doing things because you're not feeling well"
I didn't want to argue back, so I just nodded my head in agreement, grabbed my bags and began to head toward the door.
Once I got to my car, I drove straight home, I took off my work clothes, climbed into bed and turned on the television. I knew I couldn't go to sleep, so I also had 10 energy bars, and 5 energy drinks on my nightstand right next to me.