Real Fear

Date: 7/20/2017

It started out pretty nice, from what I can remember. My entire world was Ghibli-fied. And yet, at the same time, it just felt like I was watching a Ghibli movie. I can recall explaining to someone what happened in the beginning part of Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind as I walked up a hill with my best friend. However, I was explaining it as though it had happened in real life, in my own village. There were people everywhere, and they looked like they were from the movie, but I felt like I knew them. Like that was my community. My friend and I, and the other young adults of the village, were being sent off on some journey. My best friend and I were heading up to the roof of some building where the rest of them were to wait for our transportation, I suppose. It was all so nice, and we were so excited to go. At least, I thought we both were. I was. When we got to the roof, my friend looked at me, and said, "Yeah, I'm excited because I don't wanna live anymore!" He sounded so chipper and conversational about it. I went "What?" and his response was just a peppy "Yeah!" Before he pulled away from my side, sped to the edge of the roof before anyone could stop him, and jumped. I collapsed to my knees, and everyone else on the roof was either struggling to come to terms with what had just happened, or panicking. The last thing I remember is a piercing, high pitched scream. I think it was mine. This particular friend of mine suffers from severe depression, and has already attempted suicide several times in real life. I woke up in a cold sweat.