Nightmare: Levels of The Other World

Date: 1/2/2017

So I was a few years older. Like 28. I was training under a powerful clairvoyant to help grow and control my gifts. The nightmare only happened one night but in it a few days had passed by the time I woke up. But anyway...I was training under them for months prior to the nightmare. We had been sent to investigate an abandoned hospital when the woman who was training me just vanished before my eyes. The only thing left of her was the spirit of her son who had become her guide after he'd passed away. He was 10 but very wise. His spirit stuck to me as we wandered the hospital with our crew...only to soon realize they'd vanished too. But as we wandered we started to realize maybe we were the ones who had vanished and not the crew. My heart rate picked up but I steeled myself and held the boy's ghostly hand as we walked through this place trying to find his mother. We were on what we had thought was the bottom floor of the building since the layout hadn’t shown any basement levels. We were wrong. We found ourselves heading to a stairwell door...to find stairs leading downward. We exchanged weary glances as I heard the distant voices of the crew calling to me. "You should go back to them." The boy said. I shook my head. "We both know it isn't her time. The three of us go back to them together. Understood?" The boy nodded and we headed downward. At one point I had picked him up and hid his face against my shoulder because what we saw was terrifying. Charred half faces not attached to bodies. Dismembered arms and legs that were burnt to ashes. It was frightening but I kept going. I had to find my mentor. I stopped about three floors down and opened a door leading into a hallway full of Ash-covered workers. These were all spirits. One was a man who stepped out of a work room and stared me down. He grinned, knowing full well I didn't belong there. He just nodded to me and pointed ahead. I still hadn’t put the boy down. I glanced where he pointed and saw a cage in the far end of the hall with my mentor in it. I carried the boy that direction, not willing to let him go but then I felt someone tug on my pant leg. Soon I felt more hands grabbing at me and the boy. I kept pushing to get to my mentor and keep the boy in my arms but it was becoming harder and harder. Soon enough...I awoke to Keigan (my nephew of 1 year) yelling at me.