August 23, 2018
I fell asleep on the couch, in our living room, at the second floor, one afternoon when I had this dream.
I woke up at the same place. But it was dark and quiet. Too quiet that I can hear my own breathing. I had a flashlight on my hand.
When I turned it on, I instinctively pointed it on the ceiling above the door to our terrace. And that's when I saw him...
He was hanging on the ceiling upside-down. An old man who was half naked, only wearing blue jeans. He looked like a zombie, but he was the size of a large doll.
He screeched at me and I got scared.
Somehow, I knew it was a dream, so I tried to wake myself up. But I couldn't.
I can't remember what happened after that, or how I woke up.
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Dream Diary
Short StoryThis is a collection of stories about my dreams and some others. These are all based on a true story.
