Weird dreams I've had

#5 romance crap

Guess who's back? Just me :P  this chapter is probably gonna be a nit long, so strap in your seatbelt because this crap gets freaky. Well, imma hop to it then.
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I sat at my desk, writing late at night as I often do. I was the only one awake, it was around midnight. I had been aimlessly scratching our ideas with my pen, and crumpling papers for a while, when I got tired. I remember feeling completely drained, it had been a long day. I leaned back in my chair, and listened to she crickets outside, I had opened my window at some point so I could hear them clearly. Soon something- or rather someone, caught my attention. "Hey," a voice whispered from outside my window. The voice was familiar. I immediately shot my head in the direction of the window, which was right in front of my desk by the way. Who was at my window, was a good friend of mine that I'm going to call 'Jim' because I don't  want to use his real name. "Jim, what are you doing here? You live in the town.." I was confused, but excited nonetheless.  "I wanted to see you," he grinned. There was some short conversation while he was outside, but I can't remember anything hardly.

Though this part of the dream was kind of a blur, I do remember letting him crawl through my window, and he sat on my bed while I tried my best to focus on my writing, but I was a bit of a challenge. Jim laid back on my bed, resting his head on my pillow. "So... you said you wanted to see me. Why?" I inquired with a bit of fear, but mostly curiosity. I remember turning my head to look at Jim, who had a gentle smile spread across his face. I noted how my desk lamp dimly illuminated the room with its golden light. "Come here," he spoke as he sat up on the bed, and scooted to the edge. I reluctantly stepped away from the comfort of my desk, and sat next to Jim.

Jim put a hand on my shoulder, causing me to jump. Which he laughed at, like he's done in the past. "I was thinking about how  it's been a while since we've seen each other, and I just wanted to say...hi." He giggled a little, and of course I couldn't help but smile at him. "Well hi," I retorted in a bit of annoyed voice. I was mistook by all of this, I knew in my mind that it didn't seem right. Nobody just randomly 'wanted to see me' and I knew that good and well. It's the other way around, and that's the way it always has been. I sighed, and looked off to the side of the room. "It's getting late.." I reminded, switching around in my spot. Jim didn't say anything. I remember waiting for a reply, but when it didn't come I turned to look up at him. He was smiling at me, but not the kind of warm smile I was used to. It was almost like he was satisfied with something, or the grin somebody gets when they're getting revenge on someone. He put his finger under my chin, tilting it up to look at him. I was freaking out in the inside, but remained calm as usual on the outside. He leaned in really close, and whispered in my ear; "this was bound to happen eventually," I was confused for a moment, because it didn't go in the direction I thought it was.. heh. Before I could speak, or do anything for that matter, I felt something wet dripping down my shirt. I looked down to see blood pouring out of my stomach, and Jim had a knife in his hands. I didn't feel any pain, and it was confusing, because ya know, usually when you get STABBED you feel it. I remember emotions flashing through me, sadness, fear, and just straight confusion. "I don't understand," I was blinking back h tears as I looked him in the eye. "W-why?" I asked, my tone slightly more panicked. He grinned at me once more. "The reason you don't feel anything," he started while getting up off the bed, and walking through the window. "Is similar to how I felt about you. Nothing. You meant nothing to me, therefore I would never feel anything, or even bat an eye upon seeing you." And with that he left, jumping out the window and leaving. I laid back on my bed, closing my eyes as I listened to the crickets outside. I guess I died, I don't really know, the whole thing was really screwed up, and messed with my mind. I woke up, and surprisingly didn't really care about the dream I had, I just kind I'd shrugged it off and continued with my daily activities.
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Hey again, this chapter was kinda a medium length. I remember a lot of detail from the dream, which is weird for me. But I guess it was a weird dream after all 😂😂 until next time my friends, yours truly.