In My Dreams - Bill Kaulitz Story

2. Where am I?

With a heavy heart and tired eyes, I left my mother's bedroom and made my way to my own small room. Thoughts of her recent falls continued to weigh heavily on my shoulders. It was difficult to let go of the fear and worries, but I knew I needed some rest myself. In my bedroom, I collapsed onto my bed, and the soft mattress felt like a welcome comfort. I retrieved the latest CD from Tokio Hotel, "2001," a treasure I had managed to obtain despite my financial concerns. The band's music had always given me strength, and tonight, I needed it. With headphones on my ears, I started to hear the first notes of "Durch den Monsun 2020," a song with a new twist that took me back to my teenage years when I was their biggest fan. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to be enveloped by the melancholic melodies as my thoughts wandered. As the music flowed through my ears, I couldn't fall asleep right away. My thoughts drifted to dreams I had once had but now seemed further away than ever. How I would have loved to meet Bill Kaulitz, the charismatic singer of the band. His voice had always touched me, and I had often imagined what it would be like to see him in person."Durch den Monsun" played on, and slowly, I began to feel the fatigue set in. My worries and desires faded as the music wrapped around me like a comforting blanket on a cold night. Eventually, I fell into a deep sleep, my dreams filled with the enchanting sounds of Tokio Hotel, and for a brief moment, I forgot the cares that dominated my life.

Slowly, I opened my eyes. For a moment, I thought I had finally had a good night's sleep. But then it dawned on me that something was wrong. This was not my familiar room. Confused and with a pounding heart, I sat up and took a look in the room. It was a beautiful, chic room that I didn't recognize. The walls were adorned with elegant wallpaper, and there was art on the walls that I could only dream of owning in real life. The bed I was lying on was luxuriously made with silky sheets and an abundance of pillows. Everything exuded luxury, far removed from the simplicity of my own life. This had to be a hotel room. Confused and astounded, I tried to remember how I had ended up here. Had I sleepwalked? Was this a dream? My thoughts raced as I explored my surroundings. There was no trace of my familiar bedroom or my old life. Bewildered and overwhelmed, I sank back onto the bed, my thoughts spinning. What was going on here? Where was my familiar environment and my mother, whom I cared for day in and day out? The mystery of my sudden change of location loomed over me like a heavy cloud, and I knew I needed answers. The amazement and confusion about my sudden change of location reached a peak when I looked at my own hands and realized that the scar I had acquired a few years ago had disappeared. It was as if the events from my past were being erased, and I began to understand that something very strange was happening.

I remember that day as the day when my world seemed to stand still for a moment. It was a sunny afternoon, the kitchen bathed in warm light, and I stood there, determined to cook something delicious for my mother. She had had a difficult week, and I wanted to surprise her with her favorite meal.I had gathered the ingredients and started chopping vegetables. As my mind wandered, the sharp knife slipped from my hand and fell quickly. A sharp, burning pain sliced through my hand, and the knife clattered to the floor. My initial reaction was a cry of pain, but then panic overtook me. Blood gushed from the cut on my hand and splattered on the floor. I rushed to the sink and let the blood wash away under running water, my hand trembling with pain and fear. It felt like time stood still as I stood there, holding my hand under the water and staring at the deep cut. The pain was intense, but what affected me even more was the thought of my mother in the living room, unaware of what had happened. I quickly wrapped my hand in a clean cloth to stop the bleeding and hurried to the living room to tell my mother what had occurred. Her concerned look and her caring hand on my shoulder comforted me more than anything else at that moment.

The scar on my hand now always reminds me of that day, the pain, and the care we had for each other. It's a reminder of the love and dedication we share, and I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world, despite the painful memories it carries. And now, my scar was gone. A desire to understand what was happening overwhelmed me. I wanted to run to a mirror, see my own reflection, and hope that it was all a bizarre dream. But as I pushed the sheet off me to get out of bed, I was shocked to see that I was wearing a sexy lingerie set. My heart began to race as I examined my own body, which looked slightly different from what I was used to.
At that moment, I heard footsteps in the hallway, getting closer, and the sound of someone fumbling at the door. My breath caught in my throat as I panicked and quickly pulled the sheet back over me. My thoughts raced as I wondered who was at the door and what on earth was happening.
The door slowly opened, and I held my breath as I hid under the sheet, in my strange and disturbing new reality.