Dreams

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I was 10 years old when I had the first dream.

I was in the middle of the street outside of the local grocery store. It was dark out and the only thing I could see around me was a faint light in the distance. I squinted, trying to get a clear view of what was in front of me as I slowly walked towards it. The closer I got, I noticed it was a big red building. An apartment building to be exact.

All of the lights were on in every window and there was a person standing in each one. Just looking at me. Although I couldn't see any faces or what they looked like, their silhouettes gave off the obvious hint that they were staring right at me. I turned around to see if there was anything behind me, but it was only pitch black.  Looking back at the red building in front of me, the door was suddenly wide open.

"Come....come....come...." they chanted over and over. I felt as if my feet were floating off the ground, slowly guiding me to the front of the opened door.

"835" was carved on the granite sign hanging next to the door. I urged myself to get back on my feet as I approached the doorstep.  The door remained wide open, except I couldn't see anything inside except a huge golden bright light. I took baby steps forward trying to get a better glimpse inside. Seconds later I was pushed in, screaming and falling until I woke up still screaming and sweating.

I haven't had anymore vivid dreams like this until today.

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