turn around

I clearly start writing a good amount of my thoughts but never seem to finish or publish them.

It usually takes me a while to feel like I need to write stuff out. Like the last two nights; I had nightmares and they were the nightmares that included a particular situation that I apparently am not completely over yet. The second night (note that I had the same dream twice) the dream left me with an anxious feeling. It ended with me walking into a house that had been in my dream the previous night, however, the setting of the house had completely changed. The house was dark and it looked abandoned.

It was strange because in my dream I just appeared in the house and before I realized where I was a shadow of a child ran in front of me. It was all happening so quickly and before I could talk myself out of reaching for the shadow looking person, I pulled on his shoulder to turn them around and that is when I woke up.

I can describe how it looked but now that I think back at it, I don’t think the appearance of the shadow really mattered to the context of my dream. They were shorter than me (I’m 5’3), but they were hunched over almost hiding or not wanting to be seen. That wouldn’t seem logical though because they had an all black jumpsuit that covered their whole body, including their face. On top of the bodysuit they had on a black t-shirt with white markings on it. Again, everything happened so quickly that it looked like writing to me.

Once I woke up, it took me a minute to remember my night before and in a way realize I was dreaming. My first instinct was to check the time.

2:59am

Of course. I would wake up right when ‘witching hour’ is about to begin. I looked up and noticed my window was open and so were my blinds. I was still too shocked to move because i was so shaken about the whole dream. So I left the window and blinds open. I thought if calling someone in my family to just kind if explain what I felt. Everything told me not to. It was 3am and I wanted to complain about a dream that just left me shaken up. I didn’t want to be a bother.

Its been three days and that feeling of anxiety is this lingering with me.