A Dream Journal

Redemption [Horror]

When I had this dream I was so beyond scared for my actual life. I woke up so lost of hope and any sense of happiness... This dream felt so real and the concept introduced in this dream scares me to death. This is definitely a dream I can vividly remember clearly so this is one of the firsts I can tell you. 

On another note I want to add that I'll be dating my dreams every time I post, this dream happened about four months ago so I'm unable to date this one and the next few that I'll be posting for now I'll hope you enjoy this dream entry.

-- REDEMPTION--

Author's Note: The night I had this dream I was sleeping over a friend's house whom I haven't seen in over a year due to her graduating and me focusing on my senior year of high school. Her much older and latter part of her family tree was remembered to have meddled with witch craft, ouija boards, and things that would generally be haunted. She and her mom would always tell me about these stories about a reoccurring dream running in the female parts of the family about a woman with long black hair and red dress, a dog with a tiger's face, and a cryptic old man. She and her family were aware that the house had some form of unexplainable activity such as voices that would sound like family members, lurking shadows, and children laughing. When I had this dream I slept in her room which notably had occurring presence of a shadowy man, she would call "Sighafouse". A formal update to the readers, my friend and their family no longer practice any of the aforementioned ouija and witchcraft doings.

I woke up laying on the floor, so very cold grasping my arms to gather any sense of warmth I could give back to myself. My eyes looking down, I catch the sense I am not alone wherever I am. I look around there are people around me. I'm able to stand up, around me happens to be a group of people (about twelve people) attentive to something I have yet to look at. Above me it was, a figure in the shape of an androgynous human. The voice echoes of both a man and a woman. It speaks to me and the group of people.

"Sinners are randomly selected to participate in this game to seek for redemption of what they have done wrong in the higher world. As of this moment your bodies are asleep but your souls are brought to this very place for the purpose of this game is to see if your soul is worth roaming in the upper world. Every individual will suffer in some way to fight for their soul. Shall you lose this game, your body will never wake up and your soul will be trapped in suffering." 

A door crack showing some kind of glimmering light appeared in the dark room after the figure had informed us on why we were here causing everyone to rush to the door. Once through the door was a long hallway similar to an office building but without the overly bright lights. At the end of each hallway were these large rectangular windows. Looking outside the windows all I saw was pitch black field  with large flames engulfing the darkness. Looking back to the hallway which had over twenty doors on both the left and right side. Each door side-to-side with no space in between.

I ran to what I thought was the middle of the hallway and entered a random door as all the other people who were selected were doing so. I opened it only to be greeted by pitch black and hesitantly walked in. I saw nothing while walking for a few moments until I saw my a streetlight in the middle of the darkness. Approaching the streetlight, streets and a neighborhood began to form. Suspicious of the newly enveloped scene I continue pacing myself normally until I hear my mom's scream. I know that voice... but I was so alarmed by hearing her voice scream. I started running to where the scream was emanating from and I find myself at a laundromat. 

She was getting beaten up by a group of people and with each swing they rendered her useless every time. My eyes were already starting to tear up. I couldn't bear to see someone hurt my mom. A selfless person with such a good heart being treated this way. It broke me down emotionally to see each painful expression she had. I ran into the laundromat and covered her with my own body. I am now the one to receive the kicks and swings from the group of people. Trying my best to endure the pain I open my eyes to see that my mom is no longer moving. Her helpless body lies below me inanimate. The painful emotion is flowing through my eyes as I begin to wail for her. 

I look up to see no faces on the perpetrators but just the figure's face clouded behind a darkness. I scream "Why would you do such a thing! What did she do to you!? Why..." the beating ceased as the word -why- was the only thing I could say in my emotionally distressed situation. I hear a gun load. I look back up  to see the face of my father, the gun slowly rising to align with my face, and  the face of the woman he cheated on my mom with. I witness a kind of smile I couldn't explain. It was smile that could never derive from happiness but from a deeply hateful intent. I screamed out the word 'why' one last time before the trigger was pulled. 

Black.. All I saw was black from that moment onward. 

I opened my eyes slowly only but to still break into tears, still trying to recover from the painful emotion. I look up to see the multiple doors once again. I woke up with my back against the same door I went through. A guy who was black but had a British accent walked up to me from my right side with a smaller group of people asked me if I was alright. I looked at the other people who were in the midst of conversing with each other. Overhearing them say there was three floors to this place, all with the same amount of doors on each one with no kind of exit. 

Was this.. the game?  I thought to myself. We would have to venture through each of these door and experience a scenario to break us down from the core to "redeem" ourselves. I got up unwillingly to experience another of these sadistic scenarios. I will not be forced to do this. I will not be told what I am worthy of... these similar sentences rang within me as I ran towards the edge of the hallway, hearing the man shout "where are you going?". I saw the window, I saw the fire, I saw the darkness. I broke through the window and jumped out. I jumped out of selfishness, I jumped because I wanted to be free.

The glass shattered as I was soaring down to the flame engulfed darkness, there I looked back to the building was with no platform to hold it up. It was just there. Roaming in the darkness we once feared. I close my eyes as I fell farther and farther away from the building. Slipping away from it's very grasp. Fleeting from the fears that had me broken to pieces.

I felt nothing

I can hear the flame's untamed crackle as the adrogynous figure from the beginning of this nightmare echo within me. "You lost your soul"

I woke up around 6 in the morning in complete darkness still thinking I was in the dream. I layed there on my friend's bed telling myself disappointingly that I lost my soul. I felt as helpless as I did in the dream, just repeating "I lost my soul" to myself.