Dreams that I hope would remain as dreams - II

Hi, good afternoon.

I woke up late today. Oh don't' worry, it's a day off after all.
But somehow, I'm reminded by the dreams I 've had last year.
The continuation of the previous one.

Day 2

A white painted, small, rusty, old building. It was cramped and poorly built with a strange structure. It had four levels, each consisted of two or three rooms, with up to five or six residents, all cramped up, lying beside one another when it's time to sleep. The staircases connected each levels were made of wood. Several teenagers (approx. 4), came to the house, visiting some older friends who lived in the fourth level. They put their shoes outside the small room, near the edge of the wooden stairs. The room was just like the others. Rectangular with white cement wall, which was cracked in several spots. There were several things and furniture around the room which made it looked like an apartment or living space. There was one big windows, which led to a small veranda with thin iron bars as the rails. NO city light can be seen from the veranda. Only a dark town with no sign of life and the sky.

It was night time, with dark sky. Among the teenagers, one was feeling rather uncomfortable. There were a strange, bizarre chill feeling that she got. There was wind, cold wind. But instead of refreshing, it was kinda sickening, giving her a creepy feeling. Her friends were just chatting, enjoyed the time in the cramped room. Then she felt the wind from outside the windows was felt too chill and bizarre. She climbed out through the window to the veranda, and looked at the sky. Then, all sound were off. A complete silent for her. There was holes in the sky. A black one, darker than the night around it. In a creepy sense, smog or line of aurora in slime green and dark violet colour were circling the hole, like a black hole. There was another smaller hole beside the first one, also a dark one. The sky and the cloud was like affected by the hole, making patterns like it's being absorbed slowly to the hole. Those chilly wind blow came from both holes. The teenager stood for a while, completely mesmerized. Then she, in horror, called her friends. They were shocked, too. Then the wind got stronger. The older peers, quickly suggested for them to run. They rushed out from the room, racing down the wooden stairs, telling people in every level to come out and run. The feeling was completely bizarre, everyone's heart was racing. They all run as for they lives out and away from the building, that are threatened to fell off, raining them with wood and cement pieces. By the time they managed to got out from the building, it collapsed, and was absorbed to the hole. Strangely, other buildings which seemed to rather lifeless in that slum like area was being absorbed rather slower. All people ran away, they did not dare to turn back.


There. Copy-pasted as it is from my last year's journal. It's not that I like this type of dream. It's just that I don't wanna forget them. They were ones of a few who gave me strong emotions last year, in terms of fear.

Good day,

aurell4173