My Worst Nightmares and How I Got Rid of Them

The worst kind of nightmare for me is something that I haven’t heard from anyone else. It started out on an odd morning with my nonna, bro, dad, and mom giving me the cold shoulder and responses that have a hint of anger towards me. Didn’t know what that was about, but it didn’t bother me that much. I went to high school and tried talking to my friends and other people, but they do the same, but more negative. At first, I thought it was a joke or I might’ve done something wrong to them before and they’re just getting back at me, but that didn’t appear to be the case. They were incredibly mean and degrading towards me which was unlike them. Even at home, my family turned on me for no reason. Maybe I really messed up? Maybe this is all part of an elaborate prank or surprise? I didn’t know. I went out to where I knew my friends were at night. Maybe I would get an answer.
The marketplace that I was at was filled with people, lights, and good will like how it always was until I arrived. People got quiet around me as I approached them and started talking to themselves. It sounded like they were talking about me. Once I was able to find my friends, they were disgusted by my appearance and everyone started mocking me. Pathetic, ugly, worthless, disgusting, a mistake, less than nothing, and many other evil words were throw at me. As I started to cry on the spot, they started to laugh at so I ran away. I ran until I tripped in front of an alleyway where a trash can fell on top of me. My tears couldn’t stop falling from my face and I didn’t want to go anywhere as I felt like the trash that was thrown away. Without any friends or family to help me, I can’t do anything and I didn’t know what to do. I found a sharp piece of glass in the trash and was going to kill myself, but I couldn’t. I had several dreams like this with different people in different situations. In other nightmares, I always kill the monster or I am the monster, but not in this one. The thing that this monster fears the most is not being able to be loved.
The way I stopped having this nightmare happened in the same nightmare. It started out on an odd morning with my nonna, bro, dad, and mom giving me the cold shoulder and responses that have a hint of anger towards me. Didn’t know what that was about, but it didn’t bother me that much. I went to high school and tried talking to my friends and other people, but they do the same, but more negative.
I then remembered all the nightmares I had and told them, “You people aren’t my friends! You aren’t my family!”
A girl I knew said, “Are you sure about that?”
“They would never treat me this way! What are you doing in their bodies?! You don’t deserve to have their faces!”
I then tore the faces off each and every one of them, which killed them. I don’t know what they were. The words, ‘masquerade demons that appear in your mind and pretend to be corrupt versions of people you love’ spoke in my mind, but that doesn’t matter too much to me. I screamed out in victory knowing that I killed the pretenders. It’s been at least a year or two since I’ve had a dream like this so it’s safe to say I’m free of them and nightmare free.

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