I remember falling for a long time, emptiness surrounding me as I saw nothing and no end in my descent. Then, as if in a blink of an eye, my body touched the ground. On top of cold grass, I was splayed as my eyes readjusted. I stood as I tried to make sense of my surroundings, but all I could see was covered in a cold fog. Roads that lead to nowhere, street signs that I could not understand, and a twisted feeling in my stomach made me want to go back to that void.
As I walked toward the paved street, there was only one road with visible shapes right in front of me. Pastel houses with white picket fences engulfed by fog. Was this a doll's play set? Colors repeated as I walked forwards and a ringing began to crawl into my ears the further I went. I could feel my eyes water as I kept on walking.
The road stretched on and the same color code covered each house until I saw the odd one out. The moment I saw it, my ears were now clear and my eyes shed their last tears. I was so happy when I saw that pastel house, with a white picket fence, and a tiny car parked out in front. I don't know why I was so happy to see it, but those things just being there made me the happiest I had ever been.
As I approached, I tried to see my reflection in the window of the car but saw nothing. I know I wouldn't see anything, but, I wish I could see myself again. I couldn't bring myself to touch the car, but, as I stood staring at nothing in the window, I felt like something was approaching me.
It felt so cold, it was like every cell in my body was being pulled back slowly, but as I looked back to see what it was, it was gone. There was nothing, just fog clinging to my skin. I turned back and my eyes went wide as I saw it. Porcelain pure, long plastic curls, a frilly blue dress, and a frozen smile painted on her face. A doll as big as a child sat on top of the car, almost as if waiting for something.
My arm stretched out to touch it, but before I could, it began to convulse and rattle violently. The motion was so aggressive that it fell from atop the car onto the pavement. I thought it would shatter but it just kept on rattling until it just stopped. I didn't want to go near it after that, I just wanted to pretend I didn't see it and leave this place, but, its head began to move, and it looked at me.
Its eyes just stared and dug into me as if it knew everything about me. It was as if it knew what I was, what I looked like, and what had forgotten about myself. I wanted no part in this, I just wanted to disappear, but that stare drew me in, and I saw it blink. This thing began to move as if it was being pulled by its head and made to move like it was mimicking a person as it moved toward me. I froze and it began to talk. A voice so familiar talked or mimicked something I forgot I had, "Sis-ter...my...sister. I'm here, to...make you...your dream come tr...true".
My heart began to sink as a coldness went down my body. My voice came out as a whisper as I tried to speak, "My dream?". It nodded as it began to crookedly walk to the front door of the pastel house. It looked at me with a smile so innocent as it opened the door. Blood, coagulated, rotten, rivers of blood seeped out as something began to wake up. It was in pain, diseased, moaning, and trying to get out. I looked at that thing holding the door, scared out of my mind, wanting her to close that damn door.
"I don't want it".
As it heard me, its face began to shift. It looked sad or was it disappointed? It just kept on looking at me as if it was trying to comprehend me, and again it spoke,
I didn't understand. I knew this thing but I didn't, I remember this place but I don't, and It speaks like it knows me, but I don't even remember what I look like. I don't get it, why am I here, why do I have to look at this? Why do you keep looking at me? Stop looking at me. I couldn't take it anymore so, I screamed,
"What stupid dream?!"
The noise was all white as everything began to blur. Her expression was null and her eyes hollow as if she was looking down at me, was she sad? I saw as my reality shattered and she finally spoke clearly,
"The dream of-"
I began to fall as I saw nothing again, and, I never heard the rest.
A nightmare pulls you in, confuses you, in a long lonely plane. Why do you feel like something is watching you? A collection of stories I had that are loosely based on nightmares I had at some point may add some from time to time.