Unknow dreams

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
At nights it comes to all of us.

Submitted: April 28, 2015

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I don't know how long i didn't sleep anymore. More like how long it was since i slept more than two hours at night. I normaly don't even remember what i'm dreaming. Or if i'm ever dreaming at all. Maybe not. I hope not. Some think dreams are memories, wishes we long forgot but can't let go of. Some say we dream to process our daily life. To put our mind at ease. To clear our head and to overcome problems. Just like a reset button. Why do i dream? Why do i not? My dreams betrayed me. They are not here to safe me but to destroy me. Every night i dreamed of the loss, of death, of the future. With time i became to afraid to sleep. Waking up in the middle of the night, crying, feeling lost. This aren't my dreams. It hunts me while i sleep. However i never feel tried or ill. I just can't handle the loss of control i have while dreaming. No, i have control but something takes my strength. I don't know when i became this afraid of the dark. More like the creature i couldn't see. It's there, watching me.It desires me. I can feel its glances burning on my skin. I never sleep with lights out. However it doesn't stop it from touching me. Every night it comes from the corner. It crowls under my blanket. I can feel this warm at my feet, hands touching my legs. I can feel it's chest stroking my legs. The hand on my butt, the tongue on my tights. It wants me. It's scary. It's touches my back now. The hand at my breast. I can feel it's breath near my ear. The tongue liking it. I can't move. It's heavy so i can't breathe. I can feel it inside of me. Heath suddelny strokes me. I want to scream but i can't. I can't see it even with the lights on. It's scary. It's not. The touch is familiar. The voice the scent. I know it all. It's on my face. It took control. I'm slowly changing into the beast without emotions, full of hatred and sorrow. It's so sad. It's complete. I can see it now clearly the reflection of it's face showing on my laptop screen. It's all clear now. The moster, the beast, the demon hunting me at night. I opened my eyes and looked at the screen.
 
It was me.


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