This dream occurs to me so many times that I lost count. I can remember this clearly because it hasn't changed since. Until now, I dream about it sometimes.
Before, my family and I were living in an ancestral house since I was a kid. On the 5th year of my grade school days, the whole family, including my dad's father and his father's siblings, decided that the house should be demolished and build a new, better and modern home.
That was when my nightmare about the old house started.
I was outside the house, in our front lawn. We had this bicycle with a passenger seat attached to it. In our country, its called pedicab. I was riding the pedicab with my brother as he pedals round our lawn. We were laughing and shouting with joy. Then we noticed a group of people huddled in front of our gate.
I saw men from our place is somehow getting something out of a canal, even my dad is there too. Women were piling around, snooping and gossiping. I got off the bike's passenger seat and tried to sneak a peak on the commotion through our gates.
Then I saw it. It was a huge snake! It was huge but not that long. It looked slimy since it was from the canal. Women were trying to look but kept caution in case the snake moves or strangle someone. The men threw the snake on the road and let the cars and trucks that pass by. It was gross.
Then suddenly the sky became dark. It was as if grey clouds gathered and enveloped the town in cold and a little rain. The men and women scattered and then something shoots past the cloud. Then another and another until white smokey figures were forming and started to chase us.
I ran inside out ancestral home and hid inside the cupboard under the stairs, praying that the "ghosts" wouldn't find me. I heard screams everywhere, stuffs being tossed and glasses shattered. I was so scared that I ran outside to look for any member of my family but I couldn't find them.
I ran in the kitchen and hid under the cabinets that were under the sink. I hid on the first one and the ghost came whooshing in. I got out and ran to the next hiding place I could find. I was so small that I fit anywhere but the ghost kept coming and I had to run out and find another one.
I don't know why but I ran outside, heading for the front lawn. I looked up at the sky and the grey clouds were forming a somewhat a portal that gives way to the ghosts into our world.
Then I wake up. I never finish any dream, at all. My heart was racing everytime I have that dream. It was scary at first when I was a kid but now it just makes my heart beat fast.
