Finally had a nightmare. Although I hadn’t expected it, which is probably why I had one.
Part 1:
The setting was always dark or cast in low light and taken place in one day. I was at some type of school? I knew and was friends with this group of people, a group that looked nothing like the group I hung out with in high school or any other time for that matter. It was easy to see that I got along with them. Next thing I remember is that I ran up this wide road to catch up to them, who had their backs turned to me and walking next to each other side by side. I turned this one particular guy, maybe mexican or spanish, stocky, and normally gentle, around. He said,”What??” I was shocked by his curtness. I tried to ignore it and be friendly. He, as well as they, continued to push me away. I didn’t understand. He suddenly shoved me with a push to the chest. “Hey!” I cried. I shoved him back. He shoved me harder. I shoved him equally as hard. The students had already gathered around us to see what was going on. The pushing went back and forth until I quit. I let them go. The ring of students broke so that they could leave. I saw them walk away until they disappeared over the road into the fog.
Part 2:
It was night. My best friend (who does not exist) and I was standing on the rooftop of a brick residential building of maybe a couple of stories. “How about that one?” she asked me. “Nah, it’s so boring and plain,” I replied. We were staring into an almost empty room of someone who had recently moved out in the apartment across from the one that we were standing on. “How come you found such a great place?” “I don’t know,” I said without letting on that it wasn’t such a great place. She wasn’t aware of this, and she moved on to point to another room. Every one of them, I would answer that they were not the right one or there was a possibility. Still, she did not notice anything amiss. By this time in the nightmare, I realized that we were in Manhattan. The abundance of posh apartments was a dead give away. She finally saw one that she absolutely loved. I gave her a maybe. The longer she stared at it, the more she wanted it. As I started to see that, I tried with all my might to lure her away. My efforts were fruitless.
Part 3:
The next part took place back at my apartment, more like the building in which I resided. The two story Manhattan apartment, which was actually more like a house, belonged to a young, trendy gentleman. There was a long, white spiral stairway with a wooden banister leading from the first floor to the second floor. Upstairs, the space was completely open so all the rooms could be seen from any vantage point. I half sat, half laid down on the bench outside one of the rooms with one leg swinging. I heard people chattering. As the sound grew louder, a group of people were led upstairs by the gentleman on a tour of the house. Reason was unknown. The group consisted of mostly men. (This seems to be one common theme in my nightmares. I should probably address this one day.) Anyway, they stared at me and I stared back. Before I knew it, they charged at me. This time, unlike my
other nightmare, each one felt MY wrath. I pummelled them with my fists, kicked them over, and knocked each one down like bowling pins. I was heaving, but I felt mighty proud of myself. I was some kind of mutant, maybe something similar to those in X-Men. I’m sure my heart was racing while I dreamt this.
Part 4:
I crouched down in the pitch blackness of the apartment. From below, I overheard the guy’s phone conversation. “Oh, she’s gone.” Short pause. “No, no. I have her locked down there. She shouldn’t be a problem.” Long pause. Meanwhile, I was moving through the darkness so that I could hear him better. Still crouched. “Yes, of course, it is ashame what happened earlier. She is crazy, insane really. I only took her in because I needed her.” I bit my lip. I teared up. “I’m getting ready right now. See ya later.” Short pause. “Yeah, bye.” I heard him push the off button on the phone. I bit my lip harder, tasted a little blood, and slinked closer. I heard him put his belt on, the metal pieces clinking against another. Soon enough, I was at the foot of the stairs. His shadow grew long as it came down the stairs. Hunched in the darkest corners, staring intently, angry with rage, I waited for my prey. He would get no mercy from me.
And that was the end of my nightmare. I only wish I got to find out the ending, but I had work this morning which woke me up. Interesting eh?
Unfitting 