The Unspoken Truth

Chapter 4

I don't usually dream about recurring dreams that happen almost every week. They usually mean something. I wasn't sure what it meant. I would sometimes dream about my parents visiting my bedroom. Like my mother singing a lullaby to me and my father showing me lots of love and comforting me from my night terrors. I used to get night terrors when my parents disappeared. My aunt would always comfort me in my bedroom. It's not just night terrors or visiting dreams. But I would also dream about weird dreams that could be related to my family tree perhaps...? I wasn't sure.

In my recurring dreams, I would always see myself in someone's body in front of a boy that happened to be "my crush"? I didn't understand what was going on. And then I felt tears. I was crying someone else's tears. I ended up waking up with tears running down my face. I wiped my tears away and got out of bed. I realized it was still nighttime. I checked my phone and the time was 3:00 AM. people say it was witch hour and that it's the scariest hour. I didn't believe it because it was a way for parents to tell their kids not to stay up late or the mean and scary witch will come to snatch you up from your window. I never believed in anything supernatural or whatever most people believed in. so I left that alone and respected it. I went to my desk and opened my laptop.

I started to research about recurring dreams. I don't remember anything to do with being depressed or anxious. But maybe the dream I had was something about a past life. I went back to sleep. By that time, I was in school. I had strange visions of events that may be related to the necklace that once belonged not to my late grandmother but to someone else in my family tree. I wonder if we even had one. I also started wearing a bracelet that protected me from evil spirits. I didn't believe in superstitions. But my aunt did.

Later that day after school, I went to the public library. I was able to do more research and ask the librarian if there I can purchase the same books I'm looking for at the book store and she said I can. She also gave me a book about ancient legends from long ago that wasn't written in history books. She told me to keep it. I thanked her and left to go to the bookstore.

Surprisingly, the bookstore was 2 minutes away and was closer to a shopping center. I purchased the books I needed but I was able to print out articles to go further into my research.

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By the time I research about my recurring dreams. I noticed things in my dreams. For starters, I would notice that I would be in different places almost every single but almost at the end of the week. I would neither be in someone's room in a village that was in the era of the Victorian? Maybe? I wasn't sure. There were really old diaries, potions, and spell books. The spell books were used as a way to practice and study magic. I found one in particular that looked evil and cursed. Not to judge but it seemed like witchcraft. Maybe this person's body is a witch. I would be encouraged by what it might be "my parents" to practice and train myself to contain "my powers".

Remember I was dreaming that I indeed was in someone else's body that was in the past I guess. The second place where I was in a village that looked oddly similar to the town where I grew up just a little bit though. I would smell the freshly baked bread from a shop that would only sell bread. I would see stalls of fruit, trading goods and etc. Then I would see people admiring a girl with long brown hair that the sun would shine on it with snow-white skin. She looked like a princess. She had the mark of the shining sun on her arm.

I looked at "my arm". The mark was shaped as a creased half moon but almost as if it was turning itself into a full moon. It was simply beautiful and a mystery. I suddenly felt jealous of her. And then I saw two boys that happened to be on horses that looked healthy and taken care of. As if they were high-maintenance horses. The dream would end like that every time. Maybe I had to find out the truth myself? I'm sure it was hiding a dark secret that It didn't want me to know. I opened the book that the librarian gave me. It turns out she was right. These events that took in history were hidden and it wasn't recorded.