Chapter 1: Dreams (1) (Page 1/1)

"Mr. Policeman, please don't drive me away, listen to what I say, are you right?

I'm really not talking nonsense, what I'm saying is true, please believe me.

That one...... Before I say anything else, can I ask you a question?

Have you ever dreamed?

Have you ever had a similar dream, exactly? In your dreams, you will dream of strangers you don't even know in reality, but in your dreams, that person is a very important person to you.

I'm talking about this because it has something to do with a recent experience I had.

It's about dreams.

The other day, well...... About a week ago, I had a very strange dream.

The dream was like this, I was lying alone in bed, and then someone was always calling me "brother" in my ear.

The voice kept calling like this, but I couldn't see the source of the voice, only that it was a man.

I lay on the bed as if I was being pressed by a ghost, unable to move, and the only sound in the room was that soft call.

At first, I didn't hear much of that sound, but when I heard it a lot, I was inexplicably afraid, and really, in my dreams I began to feel creepy, and I was so scared for no reason that I woke up.

And even though I was awake, I still had palpitations, as if there was a real person lying on my stomach beside my bed, and he kept calling me.

I thought that this dream would be the same as the usual dreams, whether it was good or bad, complete or inexplicable, and it would not cause any trouble to my subsequent life.

But I was wrong, because the next night, I dreamed the same thing again.

I was still lying on the bed in my bedroom, lying on my side, facing a wall with my back to the door.

Even though I was dreaming, the strange thing was that I knew I was dreaming, and I even had a kind of sigh in my heart about why I repeated that dream.

At the same time, I was terrified.

For no reason, but terrified.

I tried to roll over so that I could notice the door, but it was similar to the previous day's dream, no matter how hard I tried, there was no physical response.

In other words, I had no idea what was going on behind me in my dreams.

I don't know how long it took in my dream, but the fear in my heart suddenly reached its extreme, like a volcanic eruption.

I couldn't see behind me, but at that time I had a very strong thought that someone must be standing there.

Almost as soon as I had this thought, that soft voice reappeared.

"Brother......

"Brother......

The voice kept calling me, and even though I didn't have a brother myself, and I knew very well that the voice was unfamiliar to me, but for some reason, I was very sure in my dream that the person who was calling that voice was me.

I tried to turn my head and see who was calling me.

But in the end, it ended in a bigger panic, until he was scared to wake up again.

Mr. Policeman, I know you must think that my brain is broken by now, that there is nothing to say about such things, and there is nothing to be afraid of.

After all, he just heard someone calling his brother, and the other party didn't do anything to hurt him, and he couldn't even see his face, so he had no reason to be afraid.

But listen to me, this is just the beginning, and it's far from over.

Because on the third night, I had the same dream again.

I'm still lying in my bedroom, and I'm still lying on my side.

But unlike the previous two days, this time I didn't suddenly feel someone appear behind me. Rather, there was a mental preparation.

Because I heard the voice.

The sound of the door being pushed open, and the sound of footsteps slowly approaching me.

This made me know that someone walked into my bedroom and ended up by my bedside.

Then, the damn call rang again.

"Brother......

Brother......

Brother, what are you doing......"

This time the man finally said something else, and he didn't repeat it all the time, but as if asking.

I wanted to answer, and even asked who he was, but when I opened my mouth, all I could get out of my mouth was the "hmm", like the sound of being gagged with a towel.

I kept yelling, and the fear that pervaded my heart in the process was also higher than a while.

But just as I was about to wake up again, as I had done two days ago, I suddenly realized that I could move.

Although it is only my head that can move, or can turn.

So I desperately turned behind me, just to see who the person who had appeared in my dreams for days on end, and who kept calling me.

But my head couldn't be twisted to that angle, so I tried for a while without success.

And just as I tried repeatedly, I suddenly felt some pain in my back.

It was as if I had been pricked by a needle, and then I started to feel numb again.

I don't know what was going on, but it wasn't long before I felt a little chilly on the back of my neck and had that tingling sensation.

The pain was accompanied by blurred vision, and I suddenly couldn't see clearly, and even my head became heavy.

So I turned my head back and faced the wall again, and I saw the blood that was splashing on the wall.

But there was no blood on the wall just now, and the blood was still flowing down the wall.

I looked at the blood that kept flowing, and suddenly a very terrible thought was born in my heart, could it be that the blood was mine?

I was thinking about it when I saw a fruit knife, a very thin kind of knife that I usually use to beat the peel of fruits, coming out of the back of my neck.

It was only then that I realized that someone was trying to kill me.

Right! It was the guy hiding behind me, and he wanted to kill me.

As this panic thought arose, I woke up again.

But the palpitations are still there, and the coldness eroded by death has not disappeared.

Even though I knew it was just a dream, a nightmare at best, I became very concerned.

I realized that I had searched the Internet for many similar dream interpretations.

I want to know if this dream has some kind of bad foreboding.

But alas, I didn't find the answer.

On the fourth day, I was afraid that I would have that dream again, so I insisted on not sleeping and playing games on the computer.

But I don't know when, I actually fell asleep while playing.

Because when I came back to my senses, I was lying on my side on the bed again.

Just as I was uneasy to realize that I was repeating that damn nightmare again, there was a sudden "creaking" sound behind me, apparently the same person who wanted to kill me in my dream yesterday had sneaked into my bedroom again. ”

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