More dreams from Sam.
You're a good storyteller whether it's fact or fiction or both.
Hmm... dreams from me.
I guess I dreamt about myself who dreamt about herself who dreamt about herself who also dreamt about herself.
I arrived in some place that appeared to be my house. Sensing the air, I could tell it was a dream.
It was heavy and my mind was aware that the things before my eyes weren't real.
Still, for many years, even if it is a dream, I knew that whatever happened had some correlation to what I truly felt or what has or will occur in real life.
The details are vague, but first off...
I walk and approach my house's backdoor.
The door is unlocked and I step inside.
All I knew was that my parents were in the house, but I could care less.
As usual, my mother's face is smiling like a doll, agreeing to whatever my father said or did.
As usual, my father wants to kill me or harm me in some way.
In real life, they only appear like that, but inside they are different. So that is why I did not bother with them.
Stepping into the kitchen, it was foggy. There was a fog in the kitchen and it felt like it was suppressing me. It felt like it did not want me to reach my bedroom.
The destination I had in mind was my bedroom. I knew there was something there. I had to go there.
I knew it was not good thing awaiting for me there, but I had to go. A feeling.
As usual, demons and dark figures latch onto my legs.
As usual, my legs and body feel like lead as if they won't let me go anywhere.
As usual, for so many years, I had to crawl to arrive to my destination.
My destination this time is my bedroom.
My hands finally reached what it wanted.
I stretched out my arms to grab the edge of the bed. I struggled to get on.
Even on the bed, despite the lack of dark figures on my legs and body, they still feel heavy.
Once again, every negative thing attacks me. I'm being choked and I am threatened.
Once again, I sneer and laugh at their futile attempts.
Typically, they would not speak to me, but this time, they did.
They sounded serious.
Of course, I knew that eventually... although I would not commit any heinous crimes... I will do something very hurtful and upsetting one day because I had thought about it and planned it for quite some time.
Those stupid demons knew my true intentions and knew I had more 'murderous' thoughts.
As usual, I did not succumb to them.
They laugh and let me go.
"Next time"... one of them said.
"Someday".
I watched them vanish and I grab my neck. I feel it stinging.
I force myself to wake up, but I dreamt so much of myself. So I had to keep waking up each version of my dream self.
Finally waking up, I thought... 'as if I believe in all that'.