I had a strange nitemare last night...
It started off with me waking up in my room, only it was still night out. I was going out apparently, but the door didn't lead to outside like it really does. Instead, it took me to the bus stop outside of Waianae High School. It was still dark, and no one seemed to be around anywhere. A bus drove by not long after waiting. It had brownish stains along it's windows, like dried blood or so. I skipped it, and waited for the next bus. Next thing I knew, I was in another room sitting down. I could hear my name being whispered in an echo, and I could hear a girl crying. A door appeared behind me, and I opened it. Inside were rusty kitchen knives and razors all over the floor. Not wanting to go through the room, I had turned around to go back through the door I came in from. It changed somehow, because I didn't go back to the previous room. Instead, it was a room with broken glass everywhere. Mirrors and alchohol bottles everywhere. I walked across the broken glass, knowing it was cutting away at my feet. But no pain was felt. Reaching yet another door that appeared out of no where, I entered. The sound of a girl crying got a little louder. She was on the other side of the room, but wouldn't show her face. Sourrounding herself with alcohol bottles, and had cut her wrists with a kitchen knife. I watched her cry, feeling helpless. The dream ended.
I woke up with tears in my eyes, just like most of my nitemares.
It started off with me waking up in my room, only it was still night out. I was going out apparently, but the door didn't lead to outside like it really does. Instead, it took me to the bus stop outside of Waianae High School. It was still dark, and no one seemed to be around anywhere. A bus drove by not long after waiting. It had brownish stains along it's windows, like dried blood or so. I skipped it, and waited for the next bus. Next thing I knew, I was in another room sitting down. I could hear my name being whispered in an echo, and I could hear a girl crying. A door appeared behind me, and I opened it. Inside were rusty kitchen knives and razors all over the floor. Not wanting to go through the room, I had turned around to go back through the door I came in from. It changed somehow, because I didn't go back to the previous room. Instead, it was a room with broken glass everywhere. Mirrors and alchohol bottles everywhere. I walked across the broken glass, knowing it was cutting away at my feet. But no pain was felt. Reaching yet another door that appeared out of no where, I entered. The sound of a girl crying got a little louder. She was on the other side of the room, but wouldn't show her face. Sourrounding herself with alcohol bottles, and had cut her wrists with a kitchen knife. I watched her cry, feeling helpless. The dream ended.
I woke up with tears in my eyes, just like most of my nitemares.
