This dream is boring as fuck. I’ve been walking down this tunnel for over 30 minutes and there hasn’t even been so much as a spot on a wall. I decide to take a break and sit down against the tunnel’s rounded wall. Closing my eyes, I take a small catnap.

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I wake up lying on my side with hair in my mouth. I try spitting it out with little success and sit up, using my hands to pull the rest of my hair from my mouth, then look around. Is it just me, or does it look a bit darker than before? I shake off any funny feelings and push myself onto my feet, but then realize I don’t remember which way I was heading down the tunnel. Oh shit, this isn’t good. I try looking both ways to see if I can spot a light at either end, but sadly no such luck. Maybe the echoes will be different for each end?

“Hello?” I shout down each way, and as expected the echoes sound the exact same. What was I thinking, I’m just grasping at straws now. I plop back down on the ground and take a deep breath, calming my mind. I don’t have a compass, and even if I did I wouldn’t know what direction I was headed in the first place. I’m completely lost. At this point I have two choices: I pick a direction and possibly waste 30 minutes of walking time, or I sit here until I wake up. Now that I think about it, I’ve been in this dream for quite a while. Usually-

“Hello?” Hang on a sec, that is most definitely not an echo.

I get up on my feet and answer, “Who’s there?” I swear if I’m talking to myself I’m going to quietly die of embarrassment.

The voice from earlier speaks up again. “Hello? I thought I heard someone earlier.”

Oh my gosh, there’s actually someone else in my dream. What do I do? I’m suddenly glad I decided to not go nudist earlier. I hear footsteps behind me, seeming to come from inside the wall. I turn around and face the wall I was up against a moment earlier, and suddenly the footsteps stop. There’s a loud crackling sound and, from the center of the wall, sheets of rock slide back in a spiral pattern to slowly reveal a passageway. As the last sheets slide back, a person steps into the round opening and and stares at me. I stare back, and I see them raise something that looks like a futuristic gun. Nope. Nope nope nope. I turn and run away. After a couple steps I hear a loud clicking sound, then a bang, and I’m-

Back in my bed, gasping for air. I roll to my side, expecting there to be more bed, but end up dropping onto the floor. Aiden walks in a moment later to see me lying face-down, panting like a dog.

He makes a disgusted face and says, “I don’t want to know”, then walks away. That cheeky brat. I reach my arms up and climb back onto the bed, then close my eyes to think. There’s never been anyone else in my dreams before. Ever. Was it someone from my very twisted subconscious, or is there some psychic shit going on here? Either way, I need to go back into the dream and figure this out. But not right now; even though I don’t physically feel any pain or tiredness from the dream, I still feel like I ran a marathon, then promptly died right after because I’m so out of shape. I roll over and look at my phone on the nightstand. It’s 11:48. Three hours earlier than I usually go to sleep, but I’ll make an exception. I’ll think about this in the morning.