Heyy peeps. I converted my nightmare into a sorta short story. All of it is real by the way and I DIDN’T exaggerate on anything so yeah. My dream was THAT freaky. And I really did cry. So yeah. Here it is:

I had a dream last night, I was dead. I don’t how or why, but I was just…not alive. I was, in some form, a wondering spirit or ghost, somehow trapped in the human world. My whole class was there, at this temple like place with hidden doors and traps. I was the only one who was dead. My classmates couldn’t see me, couldn’t hear me. I was alone.

Then there were the soul eaters, they were hideous, long stringy grey hair, great bulging green eyes and yellowed fangs with a lot of drool. They were always on the prowl for wondering souls like me to absorb for energy. I thought I would be able to avoid them forever. But I was wrong. They were chasing, after me and I had nowhere to go, nowhere to hide. I jumped down a sewage pipe thinking that it led somewhere but it didn’t. It was a dead end and I was trapped at the bottom. I was forced to cut them down before they landed on me with a sword, which had suddenly appeared out of nowhere. There were so many of them. I was tiring fast and they were still coming at me. Tears were streaming down my cheeks knowing that the end to my entire life, even my spirit life, was about to end. I closed my eyes… and waited for the end, but it didn’t come. I opened my eyes, and found myself in my bedroom. So it was only a dream, a nightmare, my worst. My cheeks were wet with tears and I was so scared. The fear was so real, so vivid, you could never believe, so real…

Tears flowed down my cheeks effortlessly. Unknowingly I drifted back to sleep and the dream began again…

End.

It really was so real. I may not have described the soul eaters to be very horrifying but it would be if it would just take away your life just like that. It really was one of my worst.

Heyy peeps. I converted my nightmare into a sorta short story. All of it is real by the way and I DIDN’T exaggerate on anything so yeah. My dream was THAT freaky. And I really did cry. So yeah. Here it is:

I had a dream last night, I was dead. I don’t how or why, but I was just…not alive. I was, in some form, a wondering spirit or ghost, somehow trapped in the human world. My whole class was there, at this temple like place with hidden doors and traps. I was the only one who was dead. My classmates couldn’t see me, couldn’t hear me. I was alone.

Then there were the soul eaters, they were hideous, long stringy grey hair, great bulging green eyes and yellowed fangs with a lot of drool. They were always on the prowl for wondering souls like me to absorb for energy. I thought I would be able to avoid them forever. But I was wrong. They were chasing, after me and I had nowhere to go, nowhere to hide. I jumped down a sewage pipe thinking that it led somewhere but it didn’t. It was a dead end and I was trapped at the bottom. I was forced to cut them down before they landed on me with a sword, which had suddenly appeared out of nowhere. There were so many of them. I was tiring fast and they were still coming at me. Tears were streaming down my cheeks knowing that the end to my entire life, even my spirit life, was about to end. I closed my eyes… and waited for the end, but it didn’t come. I opened my eyes, and found myself in my bedroom. So it was only a dream, a nightmare, my worst. My cheeks were wet with tears and I was so scared. The fear was so real, so vivid, you could never believe, so real…

Tears flowed down my cheeks effortlessly. Unknowingly I drifted back to sleep and the dream began again…

End.

It really was so real. I may not have described the soul eaters to be very horrifying but it would be if it would just take away your life just like that. It really was one of my worst.