Since I can remember, I have had 3 recurring nightmares.
The first is where I'm at home, when I used to live in New York. I'm lying in bed and awoken, just as the sun is coming up, but a faint pounding noise. Its not loud but the ground shakes every time it happens. Just like it did in the movie Jurassic Park. I meagerly walk out of my room, down the hallway into the dinning room. Where we had a big picture window. I'm starring out the window when a GIANT T-REX lowers his head and stares at me through the window. And I awaken.
The second, a little more frightening; again begins with me at home, in New York. I wake up just as the sun is coming up to find I am the only one home. I look out the picture window and see that there are several burrows in the ground. And I know that Wolves live in them. Suddenly I am aware that my family has been killed by these wolves, and that there are wolves in the house. I run to my parents bedroom to seek refuge when suddenly the wolves are at the door. They lunge at it, trying to break it down; the door, made up of a thin wood begins to splinter. With one last leap at the door, I'm awake, and afraid.
The third and final recurring nightmare, to which I have lost too many nights sleep over, begins in the woods. I don't know where I am, or why I'm there, but I'm with a friend. We stumble upon a very large house.It seems to be very old, maybe abandoned. nothing to show any sign of occupancy. The windows are fake, they appear to be real from the outside, but when close to them you see that they are just carved into the wood. Painted black. The carving on the hand rail is immaculate. But there's something wrong with the front door, I cant put my finger on it, It doesn't have a door handle. My friend decides to go in while I wait out side. I tell her not to but she just seems to have disappeared. After a few moments of her not returning, I decide to go in after her. I don't walk up to the door, all I have to do is think about going in and getting her and poof, I'm in. I stand in a room that is not well lit. It has dark red walls with a green vine border. In the middle of the room is a small round table with several books piled on it. To my left is a staircase, and to my right is a long table that followes along the wall. It is cluttered with various items, such as a snow globe with a Nazi solder in it. The face of the solider though is only a mirror, so when you look at it, your face is implanted on the Nazi. After I look at the snow globe, I replace it just as it had been. To the front of this room, is a bedroom. I walk in the room and am suddenly aware that someone is hunting me. There are two doors in the room. One straight ahead and another to the left. I always go through the one straight ahead, as for the one to the left is locked ( and I learned my lesson about going up the stairs, TERRIFYING!). From there the dream always changes. Upon entering the dream I am well aware that I'm dreaming, I've had it soo many times, But have always been unable to stop it, or wake my self up. That is until the last time I had it. As usual, I end up in the bedroom. But this time I decide that, " I am sick and tired of loosing sleep over this stupid dream!" And that I'm not going to take it anymore. So I kick down the locked door. When I walked through, I was on a balcony overlooking another room, but it was to dark to see. The carpet was a dark red and the wood was a dark type, mahogany maybe. When to my left bellowed a voice "HEY!" The man who had been haunting me all these years, finally, I was face to face with him. He was older, early 50's maybe. He wore a white undershirt, tan pants, black dress shoes, and suspenders. His hair was slightly balding, white, and he had some type of scaring on his face. Not quite like a burn, but like really bad acne scaring. My first instinct was to run. But I didn't. He charged toward me like an angry bull, and ran straight back at him. As we were about to collide, I ducked and clotheslined his legs. He flipped in the air and as he was just about to hit the ground, I woke up. Although its been 5 years since I've had that nightmare, I fear every night before I go to sleep that he will return, seek his revenge. After all, where would the world be without sequels.
The first is where I'm at home, when I used to live in New York. I'm lying in bed and awoken, just as the sun is coming up, but a faint pounding noise. Its not loud but the ground shakes every time it happens. Just like it did in the movie Jurassic Park. I meagerly walk out of my room, down the hallway into the dinning room. Where we had a big picture window. I'm starring out the window when a GIANT T-REX lowers his head and stares at me through the window. And I awaken.
The second, a little more frightening; again begins with me at home, in New York. I wake up just as the sun is coming up to find I am the only one home. I look out the picture window and see that there are several burrows in the ground. And I know that Wolves live in them. Suddenly I am aware that my family has been killed by these wolves, and that there are wolves in the house. I run to my parents bedroom to seek refuge when suddenly the wolves are at the door. They lunge at it, trying to break it down; the door, made up of a thin wood begins to splinter. With one last leap at the door, I'm awake, and afraid.
The third and final recurring nightmare, to which I have lost too many nights sleep over, begins in the woods. I don't know where I am, or why I'm there, but I'm with a friend. We stumble upon a very large house.It seems to be very old, maybe abandoned. nothing to show any sign of occupancy. The windows are fake, they appear to be real from the outside, but when close to them you see that they are just carved into the wood. Painted black. The carving on the hand rail is immaculate. But there's something wrong with the front door, I cant put my finger on it, It doesn't have a door handle. My friend decides to go in while I wait out side. I tell her not to but she just seems to have disappeared. After a few moments of her not returning, I decide to go in after her. I don't walk up to the door, all I have to do is think about going in and getting her and poof, I'm in. I stand in a room that is not well lit. It has dark red walls with a green vine border. In the middle of the room is a small round table with several books piled on it. To my left is a staircase, and to my right is a long table that followes along the wall. It is cluttered with various items, such as a snow globe with a Nazi solder in it. The face of the solider though is only a mirror, so when you look at it, your face is implanted on the Nazi. After I look at the snow globe, I replace it just as it had been. To the front of this room, is a bedroom. I walk in the room and am suddenly aware that someone is hunting me. There are two doors in the room. One straight ahead and another to the left. I always go through the one straight ahead, as for the one to the left is locked ( and I learned my lesson about going up the stairs, TERRIFYING!). From there the dream always changes. Upon entering the dream I am well aware that I'm dreaming, I've had it soo many times, But have always been unable to stop it, or wake my self up. That is until the last time I had it. As usual, I end up in the bedroom. But this time I decide that, " I am sick and tired of loosing sleep over this stupid dream!" And that I'm not going to take it anymore. So I kick down the locked door. When I walked through, I was on a balcony overlooking another room, but it was to dark to see. The carpet was a dark red and the wood was a dark type, mahogany maybe. When to my left bellowed a voice "HEY!" The man who had been haunting me all these years, finally, I was face to face with him. He was older, early 50's maybe. He wore a white undershirt, tan pants, black dress shoes, and suspenders. His hair was slightly balding, white, and he had some type of scaring on his face. Not quite like a burn, but like really bad acne scaring. My first instinct was to run. But I didn't. He charged toward me like an angry bull, and ran straight back at him. As we were about to collide, I ducked and clotheslined his legs. He flipped in the air and as he was just about to hit the ground, I woke up. Although its been 5 years since I've had that nightmare, I fear every night before I go to sleep that he will return, seek his revenge. After all, where would the world be without sequels.
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