Ich hoffe ich darf hier auch was auf Englisch posten, falls nicht, man möge Gnade walten lassen.
Kurze Einleitung: Ich hatte vorgestern einen seltsamen Traum. Dass ich träume - oder mich daran erinnere - ist an sich schon sehr selten, aber dann etwas mit wirklicher Handlung, über Jahre hinweg, das ist mir noch nie passiert.
Und dann auch noch sowas. Ich bin so gegen 4 Uhr früh schweißgebadet aufgewacht und habs sofort alles in handschriftlichen Notizen verewigt, da Träume einem im Allgemeinen ja nicht im Gedächtnis bleiben.
Als ich's auf den PC übertragen habe hab ich es gleich in ein Paranormal-Forum gepostet, zwecks Traumdeutung und so. Und ob jemand vielleicht schon mal was ähnliches geträumt hat.
Nebenbei: Der Typ, den ich im Traum quasi "darstelle" bin nicht ich. Zumindest sah er nicht im Geringsten aus wie ich. Aber ich habe mich gefühlt wie er, die Angst, den Schmerz...sehr seltsames Gefühl.
Short intro:
Hi /x/philes. I assure you, this is not a creepy pasta copied from somewhere else but original content. It's based on a dream I had last night. It's actually more of a nightmare, as you will see.
My english's not as good as I'd like it to be,
so I beg your pardon for eventually occurring spelling mistakes and general errors.
Maybe someone here will be able to tell me why the hell I dream of things like that, considering the fact I hardly ever dream at all.
So, let's start. I named my story – my dream – "Dream of Mirrors". Don't know why. It's the title of an Iron Maiden song I like, and it seemed really fitting.
Enjoy.
Dream Of Mirrors
When I was a child, I didn't want to see you. You sure can understand that. But in the dark, on my own, all alone, with my mind waiting to be filled with everything the world had to offer, I didn't really have a choice. An easy target. So you'd be sure to show up, dragging your grotesque, twisted broken legs behind you, all black with dried blood,
pulling your disfigured body across my carpet with your nails, your teeth clashing against each other and your head lolling. It was the teeth that woke me up. Everytime. The teeth, the sound of your teeth. That and the hissing sound which is about all you can manage. I always thought of it as your "language". So I'd wake up eventually, I'd sit up and pull my covers around my small body, gasping as they were slowly, slowly pulled back again as you hauled yourself one bloody hand at a time onto the bed. Getting closer and closer to my face. I'd scream then, I'd kick out and run for the door, and your hissing gets all the louder, you'll reach for me but I'd always get away from you. Nearly always.
But time went by and soon I didn't need my parents to protect me anymore. When you'd came I'd close my eyes tight and hide under the covers, and my mind eventually built its own little walls until you were just a hissing thing at the end of the bed. And soon enough I couldn't hear you at all. you'd only appear sometimes in my dreams, when the mind is weak at night, always hissing and chattering like a wild thing. Then even in my dreams I managed to stop listening, leaving you sitting in the dark and cold.
Last night was different. I was heading home from a party, and I tried something there - a little chemical something that opened the gate, and suddenly a light shone in the long darkness. Maybe this was your last chance. I'd never understood you, or why you'd drag your useless, bloody body towards me each night like a moth to a flame, and I never heard, never understood what you were trying to say. But tonight, all of my defences were down and you pulled yourself through and there you were, right in front of me, hissing and dragging and chattering beneath a yellow streetlight, and I ran. I ran like a madman.
You saw it happen. I bet you did. The driver had no time to brake. My legs went back, instantly broken several times, my head span back and I lay on the road, covered in blood, crippled, monsterous, with my breath hissing through my chattering teeth. Maybe I ran so quickly because I finally recognized you. I'm sure that was not what you wanted, but at least you're not alone anymore. Now we see each other every time I look in the mirror.
Schneller Edit:
Falls irgendwem was zum Traum selbst einfällt, oder was er bedeuten soll, keine falsche Scheu. Ich google mich blöd seit Stunden.
