The Dream

2 nights ago, I had a dream. And no this isn’t one of those Martin Luther King Jr. dreams. This dream was so real, and yet, I don’t know if it is real or not. It was like I was in a dream that was based on reality that was based on a dream in reality. Does that make sense. I woke up twice in this dream and still was in the dream. I know I am not in the dream now because I am writing this down. I don’t usually believe in dreams being reality, but I have no idea if this is just a dream or if it is reality. I am losing sleep over this dream. I don’t dare go back to sleep because I know it will come back. I don’t want it to come back.

THE DREAM

I was watching TV with my cousins. And nothing was on tv. We decided to play a game but the game would always restart itself.

All of a sudden it broke into me watching a mattress on the floor and a blanket opening up on its own on top of it. I then picked up a black cat and a little girl whom I will not name said not to sleep in the bed because it will wake it up. She ended up sleeping in that bed and I sat down on the couch. When I sat down on the couch I heard a flopping sound in the bedroom. As I looked over into the bedroom, there she was shaking on the floor and suddenly a piece of metal flew right by my face. I went into the room and she was turning green and had boils all over her face, she then sat up and started walking towards me.

I ran into my grandparents room and woke them up, she was right behind me. We then started running towards the door of the bedroom. My phone rang and I woke up. Or so I thought. When I answered the phone(keep in mind I thought I was actually awake and the dream was over) it started to bleed and then in a shrill voice I heard, “Wake up” then I woke up.
After I woke up, again, I headed toward the bathroom, and I saw pictures of kids on the walls, kids which I have never seen before, but they were all dead in the pictures. Needless to say I was scared almost to death. The phone rang. This time it was my mom. I was finally awake.

As I said, I don’t believe in my dreams being reality, but it was oh so true. I don’t dare to sleep or even go into a dark room. Those who know me, know that I don’t get scared, well I am here to tell you that I am scared…..SCARED….To Death.


Marty Estrada
March 30th, 2008
N.U.P.O. 2008