A nightmare?
When I opened my eyes, I was on my bed, at home. It was 6.25 am. I was sweating. My face was filled with a mixture of sweat and tears. I put my hands on the back of my head, there was no blood, no pain, nothing. It took me some time but I understood that it was a nightmare. However, it seemed incredibly realistic. Most of the times, I do not remember my dreams but this time, I recalled each and every moment of it. Indeed, everything was still clear in my mind: the creepy house, the suffering woman and the man.
Something was really puzzling me. The man who hit me really resembled me. Indeed, he was like an older version of me, with a well groomed beard and long hair. I was wondering whether the nightmare was like a projection of my life in the future. Maybe I was going to get married and become a bad person. The nightmare could be a warning. Perhaps, it was just a bad dream. After all, it could be my imagination.
A lot of questions came to my mind but my priority was to know if somebody was really suffering in that place. Indeed even though, it was just a dream, the day before, I did see someone's hands through the window. I could not just sit there. I took a shower and headed towards the house.
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