Not My Nightmare

Date: 4/9/2020

Ever had a dream that wasn’t yours? Yet, you were forced to watch, hear, and feel what the other person is going through? That was this dream: It began when she walked down a long hallways of an asylum. A hospital of some sort. It was late at night. The hallway lights were dim. The rooms had top glass doors. Some doors were open and some doors were closed. You can see shadows of doctors roaming about in those rooms. I remember hearing the ”click clack” sound of her stilettos. I was viewing her point of view in her minds eye. It was as if I could read her mind. I was in her mind. As she walked down the hallway towards an open double doors, a memory of her getting ready popped in my mind. She had long blond hair. I could see her pin it up into a bun. Her reflection in the mirror was a bit blurry. She mostly looked down trying to reach the back of her head. She wore a black suit with a black skirt. Then put on these long brown stockings. And an imagine of her feet slipping into her high stilettos came up. The kinds that have a thick heel to it. Suddenly I was standing in front of the open double doors. This is when I began to hear her breathing. She was excited and scared. She walked down another long hallway. This hallways was dimmer than the rest. The doors here where all closed. I can hear the sound of her steps echoing as we walked forward. She turns left into an open door. As you walk in, it’s a bit narrow because of another room to the left side. It’s not like the other rooms, but it’s taking about 3 feet of space. As you continue down this shorter hallway, it widens. You see a door to the left that’s slightly open with the lights off. Walk further more, a door to the right with the lights on. There’s a shadow of a person pacing back-and-forth. A doctor, I’m assuming. Then in front of you, there’s a wide closed door. From the distance the light is on and you see a shadow of a man. The man she’s looking for. She whispers softly, “Johnny.” Her heart is racing. I can feel it. I have no control of what she’s doing, I can only see what she sees. Hear what she hears. And feel what she feels. She’s walking faster now. I can feel her excitement. I see her arm reaching out as she turns the knob. When she opens the door, there stands tall with a smile a man with crazy black hair. Clearly he needs a haircut. He’s happy to see her. He’s wearing a white coat. A doctors suit with two pens in his pockets. He was holding a clipboard. Suddenly the scene changes. I’m left at the door as I watch her walk into the room. They hug and he closes the door. When door slam shut, the scene returns with me in her mind again. And we are back at the double door. Did that really happen? Was it a memory? Or was she imagining what it would be like to see Johnny? She walked through the long hallway. The sound of the shoes echoing louder and louder as we get closer to the door on the left. Here we are again. She walked through. This time, all the doors were closed. The lights in the room were turned off. She walks straight. Instead of her getting excited, she’s afraid now. I can feel it. She walks steady straight towards the wide door in front of her... us? When she got to the door, her arm reaches. “Johnny?” She says. Her voice echos a bit as she opens the door. But this room wasn’t an office. I felt her confusion. Even I was confused. She opens the door wide enough to just peek in. This room was a rest room. There were four sets of sinks in front of us. Four bathroom stalls to the right of us. And dark shower room far forward to the left of us. I think I smell the scent of urine for a moment. It was gross. I felt her fear and confusion as she closed the door and started storming out of that small hallway. I could hear how loud the sound of her stilettos echoed. The sound bouncing off the walls. As she got closer to the exit, there stood a random toilet in her way. “Keep running,” I start to think to myself. She kept running. Could she hear me? I’m not sure. So I then said, “Don’t be afraid. Just get out.” I could feel her legs trying to run fast. It’s almost as if I’m helping her run. Pushing her forward. She ran so fast out of that hallway that she couldn’t stop herself. So she slammed herself against the wall. She stood there for a few seconds crying and trying to catch her breathe. Her heart pounding. Then she quickly turned to the right heading towards the double doors that were now closed. She opens them wide ... Then, darkness. We found ourselves in front of the double doors again. As if we had never left. As if non of that ever happened. I felt her confusion. “Lack of sleep,” I heard her think to herself. I felt her fixing her hair and pulling down her skirt. She walked through the double doors. Once again, waking down that long hallway. This time, some of the doors were open. The lights were on in some of rooms. At the end of the hall, there was a flickering light. I could feel her heart beating fast. She was afraid but brave. She’s walking slower this time. Almost as if she’s hesitant to even continue her mission to find this so call “Johnny.” She turns left to the smaller hallway that’s partially narrowed by 3 feet at the door. The lights are dime. Dimmer than before. You can see the wide door down the hall with the light out. The door on the right with the lights out. And the door closer to her on the left wide open with a flickering light inside. For some reason, she decides to walk into the door with the flickering light. Why? I have no idea. I had no control. I didn’t even want to be there. I also didn’t have a choice. Or did I? This is the part I cannot remember much. She walks in and there’s patients bed. There’s no one on it. The bed had some gadgets attached to it. Things for your arms and legs. A tray with tools I couldn’t recognize. She walks closer to the bed. Something or someone startled her. I don’t know what it was. I just remember her wanting to leave the room. She turns around to run out of the room but quickly stopped because outside of that room stood a dark shadow of a man with a big white smile. You can only see his smile. Her heart was beating so quickly even I felt scared. “Run.” I think to myself. And she heard me. She runs. She runs towards the shadow man. Just bulks thinking to herself, “I need to get out.” When she ran through the door the shadow man disappeared. Without any hesitation she runs right. We then hear a loud whisper. A sound. We couldn’t make out what it was saying. We felt this negative energy behind us. She was breathing so heavily. Her heart pounding to her throat. As she continues to run as fast as she could, she looks back to see what was following her. “Don’t look back,” I think to myself. “No,” she cry aloud. When she turned her head to looked forward she slammed her face against the edge wall she forgot was there. Right at that same moment, the scene changed for me. I was no longer in her mind. I was now viewing what was happening; her face slamming against the corner of that wall. I heard a loud sound of a cracked open egg. And saw her face break open and bleeding out as it h it the corner of the wall. It was but a second that she stood still in shock for what just happened. Then I saw her body fall back, “SLAM.” Sounded like I dropped a heavy duffel bag. There was a large shadow behind her. And then it disappeared. The fear of nothingness killed her. Suddenly I woke up. It was after 4:30am. My heart was pounding and I had a difficult time going back to sleep. I experienced someone fear through their point of view.