Concious Nightmares

Prologue

Dream #38
July 17, 2019

"Paalisin mo ko!"

Her high pitched voice, loud cries and yells filled the whole place.

She begged to the man in front of her to let her go while I stood there between them, my feet felt like it was nailed to the ground, leaving me no other choice but to watch.

"Kung mahal mo ko, then please! Let me go!" More screams from the lady.

Of course, it wasn't the same exact words that I have heard while I was dreaming of that as all words were in Tagalog.

I didn't understand what she was saying fully because I couldn't remember it properly but I assumed that's what she was trying to imply.

But the next few words that the man had given to her are the only ones that I could remember clearly. As it strangely rang in my ears at that time repeatedly. As if the dream really wanted me to remember that scene.

"Traydor!" I flinched when a hard punch came across the woman's face.

"Sinungaling!" Another punch, followed by a slap.

Thud! She harshly fell on the ground, crying and still, begging.

I clearly saw her face, it was myserable. Tears stained her cheeks and her eyes were puffy red and her nose is just as pink as her lips. Her jet black hair was an absolute mess with streaks pointing to every direction.

"Pinag katiwalaan kita."

The man's voice had calmed down however, even though his voice had lessen down, the anger and the hurtful look in his eyes were very noticable.

At that moment, a word suddenly hit me in the head. Dream.

And that was how I started the lucid dream. I expected myself to wake up after my awareness of this and considering the fact that my heart was already beating fast but I was still asleep. And dreaming.

This was also when I found myself having the chance to move my feet and to actually look around.

I lifted my head up, then to both of my sides. All three of us were inside a what seemed to be an attic; with a window at the very end of the room.

Unexpectedly, I saw the man forcefully grabbed the woman by her hair and walked to the window, grabbing the poor lady towards the sunlight.

She screamed in pain and tried resisting on his grip but no matter how many efforts she puts in, he still wouldn't budge. The man did not stop murmuring about how she deserves to die and I fear I already know what to happen next.

A dream. I reminded myself. It was only a dream.

"Ina?"

All screams and murmured voices were cut short when a small cute voice entered the attic. A girl stood on the edge of the stairs and stared at the man and the lady.

I heard the 'mom' yelling for her daughter to run as far ad she can and get out of the house. And she did.

I couldn't help but follow her.

She ran to the door then to the front yard and opened the big and heavy gates with struggles here and there. I didn't know what to do so I looked back up to where we were from.

A mansion.

It was wonderfully huge with such simple and elegant colors painted the house. The view from where I was would have been nice, but the window from the attic up above, behind the glass was the two.

Thud!

I gasped when I looked at how he.. he slammed the lady's head on the window glass, causing it to break.. and then he pushed her.

Another high pitched screamed. But this time it was not from the lady. It was from the girl behind me who was still desperately trying to open the heavy gates.

I couldn't move once again. I saw the man walked out of sight from the window and I immediately felt him running this way.

And I was right, I saw him walking towards that gate.. but I was blocking his way and I couldn't move even just a single inch of any part of my body!

His eyes were changing from yellow to blue to black and then to red, then turning into a complete white as he gets closer to me.

Dream. Just a dream.

Then he tackled me.

Before I could fall on the ground, I woke up.

This is Dream #38

A lucid dream.

I've had this dream for the 8th time now. Literally, nothing changed since the 1st one and I was honestly getting creeped out.

My whole life I've been dreaming weirdly about the mansion and now a mansion with a broken family?

None of these make sense.

-Taña