A New Life

Am I Dreaming?

As I drifted off to sleep, I thought I saw a girl standing next to my bed. She looked very innocent, but kind and caring all the same. I was too tired to care though and chalked it up to being so exhausted.

In my dream, I was walking through our apartment, but it looked like it was from the 70s. It was decorated with a bright orange shag carpet, yellow couches and chairs, plants sitting all throughout the living room, and a small box tv sitting mid-center of the room. "This looks...homey..?" I think to myself. I walk around looking at the vintage items and touching the fuzzy things on the floor and the walls. "Yep definitely from the 70s." I say out loud with a small chuckle.

"Hi Eloise!" A voice says from behind me.

I whip around to see a familiar face. It was that girl from earlier.

"You scared the daylights out of me!! Who are you?!" I exclaimed loudly.

"Well you don't have to shout! My name's Acadia. I used to live here back in 1974."

"Acadia...Acadia... Oh! You're the one who left that note earlier! But wait... how could you have written it if you're in my dream?"

"Oh don't worry about that! That's just one of my many talents!" Acadia says while flipping her hair over her right shoulder in a playful way. "You want me to give you the tour?"

"Umm yeah sure I guess." I say cautiously.

"I'm so confused right now. I must either be really tired or there's some toxic mold in the walls that someone didn't tell us about because I am tripping!!" I think to myself.

"Oh you aren't tripping! This is all very real, as am I."

"Hey! Get out of my head!"

"Oh sorry, just another one of my special talents ya know!" Acadia says as she giggles.

"How many of these 'special talents' do you have?" I ask looking her up and down. "This is so weird," I think.

"Well once we get to know each other better, you'll find out!" Acadia says enthusiastically.

Acadia walks alongside me with what seems to be a little happy bounce to her step. I start to loosen up some, seeing that even if this is a hallucination or a very vivid dream, nothing bad has happened. I glance at Acadia as we get to the first room.

"This was my parents' room. They really loved the orange and green color combo if you can't tell." Acadia says with a giggle.

I let out a small giggle as well. Acadia looks over at her with a smirk.

"See, I'm funny! We'll be best friends soon enough."

"I don't know about that. We just met! Although you do seem like a good person." I say with a smile.

I look around the room while thinking to myself "This is an extremely vivid and detailed dream..."

"Ok next room!" Acadia says energetically as she begins to skip off to the room down the hall.

"This was my little brother's room. He really liked hotwheel cars. He enjoyed reading a lot as well."

Acadia looks around the room in an almost longing way as if she misses her brother. "I wonder why she misses her family so much. Maybe something happened." I still don't know what's happening currently though so I won't worry about it too much.

"So next is my room," Acadia says with significantly less enthusiasm.

As we walk in I see what looks like dried blood splattered along the walls. It's covering the bed sheets and a body that looks like Acadia, but pale, stiff, and in pain. This looks like a murder scene!

I look over at Acadia with tears welling up in my eyes. I still don't know what's going on but I feel great sorrow for her. I see a tear roll down her cheek as she stares at her cold body. It was left for her family to find the next morning. I reach over to grab her hand, but as soon as I touch her I jolt awake in the bed. I look over to see Acadia staring at the same place her body was 2 seconds ago.

"What is happening right now?!" I think to myself. "Am I going insane? Do I need to check myself into the psych hospital?!" I look at Acadia as she stands frozen in time. I don't know her, or if she's even real, but I hurt seeing her hurt and I wish I could help. Sadly I can't.