I wake up, gasping for air. As I attempt to get up, I immediately get dizzy and trip over my sheets, causing me to fall out of bed. I groan and untangle myself. I placed my covers back onto the bed and plopped myself on top of them. Looking outside my window I see that it is still dark out. My digital clock reads 1:00 am. I go downstairs to the kitchen to get myself a glass of water, my chest has a throbbing pain and my head was hurting like crazy.
As I began to drink my water I hear footsteps coming down the stairs, it was Mom. "Hey sweetie, I heard you get up, are you okay?" She wraps her arm around my shoulder and places a kiss on my forehead. "I guess I had a nightmare," I answered, unsure if that's what it was. Mom grabs herself a cup of water. "A nightmare? About what?" She stands next to me. "I'm not entirely sure." I drink some water. "It did scare me for whatever reason." I started to feel anxious, my mom could tell as she took my hand in hers. "Sometimes, we get scared of what we don't understand and overthink a lot when we don't have the facts we need." I cock my eyebrow at her in confusion. "Maybe the dream is part of a puzzle, or maybe it means nothing at all. My point being is, don't read into it so much. Things are just supposed to be what they are, even when we don't understand."
I stare at my water glass. "So, you mean my dream is just random and I am scared because I don't understand it?" My mom winks at me and says "Almost, sometimes dreams are a manifestation of what we desire or fear most, and sometimes they mean nothing at all. Not just the dream you had tonight, all dreams are random and have little to no meaning. That's the way it is." I process what she tells me, and I kind of get it. However, it still didn't put my mind at ease, I still felt anxious. "What was your dream about?" she asks. I honestly didn't feel like telling her. It's not that I and my parents aren't close, I just think if I give her the details of my having friends, she would get more worried than she already is. "I don't remember, I just woke up and fell out of bed. It might not have been a nightmare at all, it could have been excitement or something." I smiled. "But, since I don't remember the details maybe I just mistook it for a negative emotion." She hugs me. "All right sweetheart, but I am here if you ever need to talk about anything, okay?" I hug her back tightly. "Okay, mom." She finishes her glass of water and places the glass in the sink. "I saw your garden earlier, looks great, too bad about the weeds. Are you going to take them out later?"
I nod. "Well, don't stay up too late, goodnight and sweet dreams." I wave at her. "Night, mom, you too." I hear her footsteps descend and fade up the stairs.
Mom was probably right, maybe I got scared because I didn't understand what my dream was about. I shouldn't think of it in a negative or positive light, it was simply a dream. I head back up the stairs and enter my room. I hesitate to lay down in bed but I do it anyway. Thinking about it my dream could've been a manifestation of my fear of making friends and then losing them, or a dream of me not being able to get friends at all. I check my clock again, it's 1:45 am. I should just fall asleep. As I dozed off, the last thing I remember thinking was how much fun it was to have friends. Even though they weren't real, it seemed like such a joy to have people around and just have fun. I hope that one day, I could bring that dream to life.
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