I sat straight up in my bed and placed my hand on my head. Wow, that was a crazy dream. I looked over at my clock which read: 2:05 AM. I walked out of my room to the bathroom to wash my face with water. That was just a dream. Just a dream..... but was it.... no it can't be. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. Slowly my eyes drifted toward my left shoulder. It was just a dream, dreams can't come true. It was just a figment of my imagination. Unfortunately, my curiosity got the best of me and I pulled back the sleve of my pajamas. There it was. A mark of Anubis, the egyptian god of the embalming and the afterlife, was resting on my shoulder. I remember the lady with the glowing hands, they were shapped like the symbol on my shoulder. No! Why me? What did I ever do to these spirits?
I turned of the lights and opened the door of the bathroom. While I was walking back to my room I heard foot steps heading towards my room. I ran into my room and got my torch and truned it on. I shined the light, it was just my dad. Whew. I turned off my torch. "Honey, are you alright?" my dad asked, "I heard you talking in your sleep again, and then I heard you scream. I came over right away." "I am okay dad," I lied, "really I am." I crawled back into my bed. He came over and sat on my bed. "Okay. But you would tell me if anything was going on, right?" "Yes, you know I would" I replied. I gave him a hug and he kissed my forehead. "Alright, we will talk more in the morning. Night." he said as he walked out of my room.
I lied awake in my bed. Okay, so I have had some dreams that have come true before. But it never left me with a strange mark before, I thought. Since I was about 5, I could remember having some dreams that came true. Like, having dreams about having specific conversations with friends, or even knowing what people are thinking or what they are going to say. Recently, I have had these sort of dreams with that man. I feel like I have seen him, or at least heard his voice before. He has been telling me about giving him this cup or key, and I have no idea what he is talking about. Also, It is kind of weird how he was talking about my mum. I can hardly remember her. I have lived with with dad for as long as I can remember. Dad doesn't really talk about her much, and tries to avoid the topic when I ask. I do have a picture of her. It is teared on the right as if it was teared right down the middle. Sometimes I wonder what was on the other side of the picture, or if she is still out there somewhere.
I rubbed my hands on my locket, that I have had since I was a baby. It was the eye of Horus. I know many things about Egypt especially all the Gods, and I can read hieroglyphics. My dad is the head of the british museum's Egyptian Division. He taught me how to read the hieroglyphics, and taught me everything he knows about Egypt. Which leads into tomorrow. Tomorrow I have to leave for this boarding school that he said is great. I am nervous tho, with the trip and this dream that I just had. I will just have to see how tomorrow play out. I started to get tired, until I fell back to sleep.
