~Some dreams slip away, lost among forgotten notes and distant memories. This is one of them—now recovered and brought back to life. From time to time, I'll be sharing these "LOST DREAMS" as special chapters, offering glimpses into the dreams that once vanished, only to resurface again~

ME: (13/03/24) (LOST DREAM)

I don't remember how it started. I just know that, at some point, I found myself inside a huge empty warehouse. The ceiling towered three or four stories above me, and although it seemed to be nighttime, the interior lights were on. Everything around me was cold cement: the floor, the walls, the silence.

I was trapped inside an improvised pen made of wire fences about two meters tall. I was observing everything in third person, as if watching someone else in my place. To my right, beyond another fenced section, there were figures moving. People… or maybe zombies. I couldn't quite tell, but I had a strong sense they were dangerous — like going that way would mean crossing a deadly line.

On the other side, in front of me, there was nothing. Just a vast, silent expanse. I didn't know what to do, or where to move.

Then, out of nowhere, a man appeared. He didn't say a word. He almost sprinted toward the fence in front of us, climbed it swiftly, and crossed over. Without thinking, I followed him. He ran several meters ahead, never looking back. But when he reached the far end of the warehouse and I was about ten meters behind, the ground beneath my feet began to crack.

Lights burst from the cracks, as if an entire world shone underneath. Giant cement slabs broke off and fell into the void — and I fell with them.

I looked down, and the scene changed. It was no longer a warehouse: now I was falling from the sky, surrounded by other people also descending. I felt like I was inside a multiplayer game, one of those where you're dropped from a plane onto an island to fight for survival. But this time, we were descending toward a colossal mountain or volcano, covered in houses, structures, and roads blending a mix of Hawaiian and Eastern aesthetics.

I wasn't carrying weapons, but powers instead. Pink energy flowed from my hands, which I used to shoot at others while gliding with wings that had suddenly appeared. During one of those fights, while attacking someone, we started talking — as if the whole thing were a strange mix between battle and conversation.

And then… the alarm went off.

I woke up. I was in my room. I recognized every detail: my bed against the left wall, my mother's bed to the right, sharing the room as always. It was dawn. Everything was dark, but the dimness let me make out the shapes.

I was lying there, covered up to my neck with my yellow quilt, when something strange began reflecting on the wall to my left. A faint light slowly grew stronger until it opened into a small bluish-gray portal.

And from that portal... a toy monkey emerged. One of those old-fashioned, robotic ones with cymbals in its hands, like the ones you usually see in horror movies. The portal's glow barely illuminated it, but the room remained mostly dark.

The monkey floated slowly, passing over my bed. It watched me out of the corner of its eye, never stopping its advance. I felt terror seize my chest. I tried to scream: “Mom!” but no voice came out. Just a choked whimper, a desperate murmur that couldn't break the silence.

And then… I woke up.