When I was young, I used to sleep facing the ceiling. I always stare at the light bulb, wondering how amazing it is that a small little thing could brighten up a whole room. I even compare it to stars and wonder, "Are those little things in the sky, light bulbs too?" That's what I always used to say so I started having a habit of staring at the sky, Whether it was nighttime or daytime. I always wondered that if those little things could brighten up the whole sky just how many light bulbs are out there? Those shiny little things glimmer and shine through the darkness giving people the light that they need. Until now, I still have that habit. I would even go outside of the house just to see if there were any stars.
Whenever people hear the word stars, they would usually connect it to the universe, science or maybe even dreams.
Come to think of it, the first time I had a dream was around when I was 5 or 6 years old. I was so happy at that time that I couldn't resist telling the whole family what I dreamed of. My dreams at that time were exciting though most of them were calm and peaceful. I usually dreamt of my family laughing together and having fun or being in a soft fluffy cloud and bouncing on it. Since then, I always liked sleeping since it always put me at ease and peace. I even sleep twice a day.
At those times, all those happy dreams that I had are now vague and unknown to me. Even my very first dream, I can't remember the details but I remembered having fun and feeling all warm and fuzzy inside it wasn't that memorable but it was a happy experience.
At the age of 8, I had my first nightmare. I was peacefully sleeping on the sofa. In that dream, I saw myself waking up from the sofa and tried to open the door but to no avail. It was useless the door was locked.
In fact, in that dream, I saw someone locking the door but I don't know who he is and what he looks like. I only saw his silhouette and the sound of keys.
*Cling* *Cling*
The "me" in that dream tried to look around and realized that everything was locked and there was no escape. That "me" had a hard time breathing and tried to find an escape but there was nothing. "I" kept shouting and shouting for hours and when "I" stood by the door I firmly grasped the doorknob and started screaming so loud that I could even see my own insides at that dream. The view from where I was looking went inside "my" mouth and flowed to my every being and cell. From then on at that dream, it was like something awakened in my brain. I don't know what it is but soon after that I quickly woke up, realized that I was still on the sofa and door was wide open. I ran crying to my mother and for some reason. I couldn't tell her what was that at all.
Ever since that day, I started having strange dreams that I couldn't explain what was it about. I usually have dreams but as soon as I wake up I would forget all about it. One thing's for sure though that I DID have a dream cause I felt it but I couldn't remember a single thing. Even if I did remember it was only pieces of it or part of the dream. Whenever I wake up, I would always have this uncomfortable feeling that those dreams were something important those warm and fuzzy feeling fades away like it never happened before.
When I was 11, I started having dreams like before but once again I had a terrible nightmare. Until now, I remember it as clear as day cause it was the worst that I ever had. I was in a dark place walking down a street with broken street lamps with flickering lights. The moment I saw the small alleyway something inside me is screaming telling me not to look but I still did and the moment I took the corner,
I was right.
I saw a gorgeous woman that looks stunning with her crystal eyes and elegant white dress. Any guy would fall in love with her but I was perplexed as to why is she laying on the floor since it was dark I couldn't see things clearly so I took a closer look and saw two men......
