User:JessLikesPie122

I don’t really know why I’m writing this... when I woke up this morning, I was trembling and didn't even know if it was me waking up to the really reality, or just to some other insane dream... I was scared. I was terrified. I even had some suicidal thoughts. Was this my mind playing tricks on me? Or was this something warning me? I don’t know... Well, I guess I should explain a couple things to you before this dream seeps out of my mind. All my dreams seem to fade away out of my memory before I go to bed the next day so I better start typing fast...

It was about six thirty in the morning... I couldn’t sleep. With my chronic insomnia, there was no way that I could. I wanted to just sleep because I had to go visit my sick grandmother in a couple hours and I’m not the best morning person so that might not end well... I haven’t seen her since she got operated on so I feel guilty for staying up this late the day before I see her. Closing my eyes, I relaxed my body and hoped that sleep would soon overtake me. What a mistake...

When I first opened my eyes, I knew in an instant that I was in a dream. Mainly because I had this dream frequently. I always find myself in an open field that surrounded by large, shady trees that blow leaves all around you. In the middle of the field sits a single wooden picnic table. Two picnic baskets are placed on top of it. Looking around I find myself surrounded by close friends. They’re all having fun and doing their own things. I however, find myself standing alone with no one noticing me. Eventually, someone comes up to me and grabs my hand. They pull me towards the woods and say they’re going to play a game of manhunt. I loved playing that game. Mainly because I had a tree-climbing advantage above everyone else. As much as I like the game, I find myself overcome with this feeling... I can’t give it a name because it doesn’t have a name. It speaks to me without saying anything. It fills me with bad thoughts and feelings. Sometimes I get flash images of what’s to come. I think to myself, ‘It’s only a dream’ and let myself be pulled towards the woods. But each and every step I took filled me more and more with bad thoughts. By the time we were about ten feet away, I found myself pulling away from my friend. “Let me go.” I told him. He didn’t let me go. He gripped my wrist tighter actually. “That hurts... Let me go.” I repeated. He smiled, “Why? Don’t you want to play with us?” he asked in a rapsy voice. That feeling got stronger. At this point, I didn’t know what was happening. The atmosphere had completely changed. In the beginning, I felt warm, safe, happy. But now I feel as if I’m a prisoner in my own dream. “No, I want you to let me go.” At this point he closed his eyes. Letting his hand hang a bit, he shook it in disappointment. With a sigh he began mumbling things to himself, “She doesn’t want to go to the forest.... what shall I do? She does want to join us in the forest... well that sucks for you.” he rhymed as he lifted his head back up and opened his eye lids. I instantly felt sick. And a sudden jolt of sanity came over me and told me to get away from him. My friend didn’t have eyes. Where his eyes used to be, were empty sockets that were pure black and seemed to go on forever. Streams of blood were tickling out of the black holes and streaked down his white face. Now I was scared. Truly scared.. I never get scared. “Sucks for you, Jessica.” he giggled as he started pulling me again, “You will join us in the forest.” “What the fuck is wrong with you?! Let me go! You’re crazy. Insane. Off your handle. You need help! I’m not joining your damn forest!!!”I yelled up ahead to him. He only laughed and kept repeating, ‘Sucks for you. Sucks for you.’ over and over and over. I screamed and cried for him to let me go as I tugged and pulled as hard as I could to get away from him. I even dug my heels into the ground, but he continued pulling me with ease. He wasn’t going to let me get away. Only then did I notice something. He had the biggest evil smirk I’ve ever seen plastered across his face. He laughed a couple times, making his voice echo all around me. He gave one great tug at my wrist and started to walk faster. Again my screams filled the field, but no one was there to hear them. Everyone was in the forest. Their forest. We were mere inches from the cut off between the field and the woods. My throat burned from screaming, my chest was pounding because of that damn unknown feeling, and my body was tired of resisting my friend’s tug. “Welcome to the forest.” he chuckled as he took the final step. Peering inside, I saw several outlines of people. With a closer look, I noticed them as all of my friends and family. No eyes, bloody cheeks, sly smirks, and dead hair that looked ready to fall off. I screamed at the top of my lungs as he pulled me in. I closed my eyes and got ready for whatever was to come. But nothing came. I hit the ground hard. My shoulder landed wrong and sent a feeling of pain shivering up my arm. I was afraid to open my eyes. Even still, I had to. I would count to three.... “One... two........... three!” I counted silently to myself. My eyelids shot open, and I shot up from the ground. Looking around, my jaw dropped in surprise. I was in yet another dream..... no, this wasn’t another dream... this was the second nightmare out of three.