Ghost

Date: 6/28/2016

[ If you like interpreting dreams, please read mine. WARNING: long and a lot of details ] I lived in a brightly colored, lively house. It's always bustling with excitement because a lot of my family members lived there. It has two levels; the top level is where the bedrooms are (small, with bunk beds, and normally for a set of siblings t parents) and the bottom level has the kitchen, the TV, an office, everything. Sometimes people move in and out since we have extra rooms. I was out walking with my cousins, Kai, Fi, Yue, Bran, Fu, Meg, and Dar (I'll use code names to hide the identities of everyone in my dream, since it is people I know). We were laughing and having a good time and it looked like we were coming back from school. We decided to take a detour and go into the neighborhood to go to the park we usually go to. For some reason, we found my brother at the park, but instead of looking happy, he's telling us to run away, that the park has collapsed and he doesn't really know if any more of the ground is unstable, and that we should get away as soon as possible. We all headed back home. As we walked through the front door of our brightly colored, lively house, Kai whispered to me, "I heard someone just moved in to the room next to your's. Apparently he's a Korean and a pedophile and rapist." I laughed it off, and even though it was so out of character for me to normally say these things, I said: "That's okay. If he's cute I'd let him rape me." We walk into the office and as usual my usual crew is there: Bran, my friend Ari, and some other edgy looking guy (he kinda looked like Keith from Voltron, so we'll go with that). Bran and Keith really got on well, they were practically best friends. Ari was my best friend too, but lately Ari and Keith had been getting really touchy and practically ignored the outside world and payed attention only to each other, rather than their friends. I was pissed. Ari and I had such a bond and she'd always talked about how she hated dating and love, but here she was getting all goo-goo eyed at some punk. I left the room, upset that she obviously had nothing to say to me. As I walked out, I passed the new guy. He was about 30, was growing a neck beard, and had a slight mustache. His hair was curly and disheveled and he had a tired look in his eyes. He didn't look bad, but he certainly wasn't someone I'd want to be around. I realized that maybe I should watch my back. I decided to head to bed, and I made sure to lock the door before I went to sleep (how my sisters got in, whom I share the room with, I have no idea). I woke up the next morning on a weekend. As I went into the bathroom to shower (the bathroom is in between room eight, mine, and nine, the Korean man), Kai and my older sister Bliss slipped in as well. They thought it would be so aesthetic to take pictures of my bare back and the slight curve of my boobs, while not revealing everything. For some reason, I went along with it. We eventually finished the shower and went downstairs to prepare for a party we were having that evening. Ari and Keith were already there, but they were just chatting each other up. I scoffed at that and continued with my work. Evening came and our big family party was in full swing. I'm not too into parties, so I decided to take a breather and go upstairs into my room. Suddenly, my point of view switched to the Korean man. He was coming out of his room and came to look at our's. He jiggled the knob and then opened the door to our room. My younger sister, Meg, was in there sleeping and so he closed the door and used a pad lock to keep our door shut. Back to my point of view. I saw him. I saw him do everything. He looked at me. I could infer from there that he was indeed a pedophile and a rapist and that he wanted me, so he threatened to lock my sister in the bedroom, get her later, and then make me have to hear it through the locked door if he didn't have me first. He started running at me and I knew that if I yelled (because for some god forsaken reason I just can't scream), no one would hear me, so I did the craziest thing. When you get to the top of the stair way, there's a little area where you can hang out and look over and see the first floor. It was really high, and even though I didn't have the intentions to kill myself, I jumped over the railing, fell to the first floor, and supposedly passed away. Cut to a few ears or so later. I snapped awake in a car that was driving in the twin cities. It was beautiful. The sunset's light filled the car with an orange glow and it reflected off the tall skyscrapers beautifully. I looked to my left and there driving the car was Ari. I didn't know what was going on so I said 'Hello' and from there Ari and I held a conversation. It felt so normal, yet I had recollected the memories from my past life and knew deep down that I shouldn't currently be existing. We got to the house, except now it was a club. The bottom floor was the club itself, and the top floor were private bedrooms for anyone who wanted to have a fun time. It was empty, and all my family members who had lived in what used to be the house were working and getting ready for what was to come that night. I looked to Ari with a bewildered look on my face. She didn't really seem to care. Slowly, I recollected my thoughts and decided to ask her calmly, "Ari, am I dead?" Ari seemed to care then. She looked at me, surprised, and said, "No! You're standing right here, you're obviously not dead." I nodded and decided to test out my theory. As I walked around the empty club I tried to talk to some of my cousins. Some of them didn't even blink an eye when I said hello, and some looked up from their work surprised, but still didn't seem to notice me and went back to their busy ways. The Korean man was nowhere to be found. I decided this was too much for me and walked back to Ari and told her I'd be outside. I guess Ari worked there because she stayed inside. Despite the house being turned into a club, they surprisingly kept the nice, huge yard. I saw my Auntie standing there, holding a baby in her arms. She was humming and playing with the baby, smiling and laughing. It was a familiar sight. I decided to approach her and as I said hello, she looked up at me with a slightly surprised look, but a pained, forced smile. She set down her baby, and he ran off to go play in the yard. "It's a surprise to see you here," she said, placing her hands on her hips with a small chuckle. I don't know why I thought it'd be best to ask her. I guess I thought that because she believed in God and regularly went to church, that she'd be able to help me. I blurted, "Auntie, am I dead?" And even thought she looked shocked by my question, she seemed to understand and her tense look eventually slid into a small, pitiful smile. She placed her had on my shoulder and told me that I was indeed dead. My auntie began leading me toward something, her hand still on my shoulder and pushing me toward a tree. As we were walking, my cousins and family flooded out of the club and started following after us. Some of them didn't know what was happening, and some were crying, not knowing why this was happening, but knowing me, what happened, what was going to happen. We got closer to the tree and I could feel myself getting teary eyed. Finally, we were all standing around the tree. The people closest to/around me were my auntie, Meg, Bliss, my dad, my brother, and a few of my close cousins. I looked down at the base of the tree to see a plaque with my name engraved on it, my birth and death date, and a many post it notes with heartfelt notes on it. I could feel myself crying, and at the moment I knew this was was a dream, and that crying would wake me up. However, it was too late and I woke up, rubbing tears from my eyes.