This dream happened many years ago and it has been bothering me since I didn't tell this to my brother. I had this dream first when I was around 8 or 9 years old. Amazingly, I had this dream again when I was in my second year in high school, around 13 years old.
I was standing in somewhat the foot of a clocktower. You know, like the one in London, Big Ben but the shape of this one is like a cylinder. I looked up and see different paintings that depicted images similar of a nebula. Paintings of different sizes and colors were floating up and round the clock tower. I also noticed different clocks. Old clocks and the modern ones, big and small, digital and analog, floating with the paintings.
I decided that I wanted to go up the highest point of the tower. And, somehow, magically, a flight of spiral staircase appeared before me. It wraps around the body of the clocktower. So instinctively, I climbed the stairs.
As I walk up, I bumped some of the floating paintings and clocks. It didn't hurt. It somehow felt like it bumped me like a thing under water should. I reached the topmost part of the tower and I saw the moon. It was so big that I thought if I stretched my arms and reach the sky, I would be able to touch it.
Then I felt something was shaking. The clocktower is crumbling! I ran down as fast as I could. Round and round and round goes the spiral staircase. I didn't understand! Why does the clocktower seemed endless? The floating paintings and clocks were also falling down, as if they were following pursuit.
Out of nowhere, a timer, like the ones used in bombs, popped up showing how much time I have left before the tower crumbles and falls with me. I didn't remember how much time I had but all I know is that it was so short. Then another obstacle hindered me from going down. The spiral staircase was untangling itself off the tower from the bottom. And I did what I think I had to do.
I jumped off.
I fell at the ground as if I was a feather. It didn't hurt. But still I knew the tower was crumbling so I ran away from the scene. When I think I got as far as I could, I looked back. The clocktower no longer standing where it once did. The paintings and clocks gone. And the moon was my only light.
I started walking. I think I am in a city or somehow almost inside a city. It had different colors of light emitting from its skyscrapers. Surprisingly the same colors in the paintings I've seen before.
I heard a rustle. What was that? I spun around and looked at a dark part behind me. The rustling grew louder until a man, crazed, started chasing me.
I ran as fast as I could, not feeling tired from what happened before.
It was an endless chase. He knew perfectly where I was going and kept chasing me. I ran and ran and ran and now I feel my stamina fleeting away. My knees were wobbling and my breath short. I saw an way that led inside the city. Maybe I could get him lost inside it.
It was like a wide canal. The ones where water flow for filtering from dams. I jumped down and ran for my life. The man was shouting something but I couldn't hear it. Even though I want to know what he was saying, I will not risk the possibility that he will hurt me.
Every turn and every obstacle I met along the canal, he seemed to follow me. Then to my horror the I saw that I was stumbling upon a dead end. I stopped. It was too high! I tried jumping and kept looking back, expecting the mad man to come any minute.
I jumped and jumped and jumped. Not losing hope to get out of this forsaken place. And by sheer luck, my hands caught the highest point. I started pulling myself up. Grunting and exerting the last energy I have. Now I have one leg up. The feeling of happiness seeping in my heart, giving me warmth and strength. I can do this! I can do this!
Then somebody grabbed my leg. It was the man.
That was when I woke up.
I was panting and gasping for air after that. I glanced around and flicked the switch of my bed lamp. I was shaking. The dream felt real, even the way the man grabbed my leg. I thought I was going to die. I stood up and went to my brother's bedroom. He has an extra matress under his bed because of my nightmares. He felt I was there. He just asked me if I was okay and I said yes. I felt safer with him. I slept there until the morning.