It was a bad day. Not like "Oh no, I burned dinner!" bad.. More like I got zapped by a rogue light switch after my car smashed into a median after I swerved to avoid a flaming semi coming at me head on after I decided to take the freeway because my normal route was blocked for construction removing trees. Among other bad luck things. I sat in what seemed like a hospital. I told this doctor who looked as old as the ratty building that it felt like death was trying to grab me today and just barely missing every time." I said it as a joke and expected some kind of chuckle at least but instead he looked up from his chart and stared at me. I didn't notice until then that one of his eyes was gauged bigger than the other with an overwhelming black pupil that took up most of it. I looked away for a moment then sighed telling him I felt fine and asking if I was cleared to head home or at the very least, be able to call for my rental car arrangements. After a few seconds of nothing, I looked back and he was still locked onto me. His expression never changed. Feeling creeped out, I asked if HE was feeling okay. That's when the blacker eye seemed to twitch before he whispered "Some times good people have to go so the great people don't have to suffer because of them". Beyond confused, I replied "Uh, excuse me?" He then said "Time to go!" as he stood up, looked at me over his shoulder with a widening smile and exited the room. "What the fuck...Creepy bastard." I breathed as I collected my things and started to head out the door. When I got outside apparently not getting the right info from the rental agency, I walked towards a cab parked on the curb. "What the hell was that guy talking about?" I wondered before I turned around to look at the building once more. It was gone. "What the..." Suddenly I heard a loud crashing noise. It scared me enough that I jumped backwards, tripped and fell to the ground. I saw specks of flashing lights and heard nothing but blaring sirens . It was like everything was right next to me but certainly they wouldn't be called because I tripped.. Then I heard a familiar voice that sounded like it was over top of me. "You're going to be okay. You're going to be okay! Please wake up!" The light was blinding and the noises made me cringe. I forced an eye open. Only one. As hard as I tried, the other one refused. Almost like it was sealed shut. "Oh my God! She's awake! Come here!!" It was my mother in law. "Don't move. Everything will be okay, he's meeting us at the hospital. I'm so glad you're alright! Don't move, I've got you." It was then I was lifted off of the ground and laid on a stretcher or something. I wasn't able to really move my head but as she stood up from the ground and stood beside me, she was covered in blood and considering how well she was moving around and talking, I had an overwhelming feeling that it wasn't hers but instead... Mine. I heard mumbled talking as I was rolled into the van and a sudden bang when they closed the door. What the fuck was happening? I was already in a hospital today. An old building with faded gray bricks and a creepy fossil of a doctor who looked like he crawled out of a horror movie. Pain hit. Searing pain covered my entire body and out of nowhere, my mouth filled with the taste of blood. I turned my head as much as I could before I spit it out. It wasn't long after that I must've gone unconscious. I woke up to the steady sound of beeping. My body, though still in immense pain, felt chilled to the bone. I didn't know for sure but I assumed I was in a hospital again. I heard a door opening and closing. In my room possibly. "The light." I said before I even tried to open my one good eye. "Please turn down the light." I didn't hear a response but somehow knew that the request had been fulfilled. I peeked through a slight opening in my eye lid. I didn't see anyone. The single light bulb above my bed was a dull amber glow that left a wide cast shadow throughout most of the room. "Thank you.." I said as calmly and clearly as I could. "Better for the blood" I heard from one side of the room. "Excuse me?" I said. "The cold. It's better for the blood. Lowers all sorts of risks that come with heat." It was then I heard the clicking of shoes before a nurse stepped out of the darkness. "Okay.." I answered as I struggled to keep her in clear view. "You had quite a morning. I would say you're extremely lucky to still be here. You've lost a lot of blood and by all accounts, death should be escorting you by now." Was I dreaming? Do you have to be a psychotic nut job to work in the health industry these days? "Where's my family?" I asked. "They're right outside darling! I'll send them in!" Her voice was different. At first she was jagged and as cold as the air around her... Now, she seemed to glow. Chipper with a hefty "can-do" attitude. Did they give me something? My mother in law, she has to be right outside. She also said he would meet us at the hospital so "he" means my husband. I just needed to see friendly and FAMILIAR faces even if it was with only one eye. I heard the door open again. Several pairs of feet shuffled in. "They're all here" I thought. My husband, his mom, our three kids. But when I opened my eyes, that's not who I saw. There was a man, a woman and three kids... But I had no idea who any of them were... The nurse came around the side of my bed and propped me up while placing a pillow behind my head. "There you go deary, now you can see your beautiful family better!" I looked at her with the widest eye I could make to show her I was uncomfortable. But it didn't register. As soon as she fluffed it around my head she scooted past the strangers that surrounded my bed staring at me until she was out of the room. "I think there's been a mistake.." I choked out trying to ignore the metallic taste of blood in my mouth. "Oh no, everything is going exactly as it should." This came out of the tallest child who looked to be around 14 and it was a voice that didn't "fit" with the look.. "Where's my mother in law? She was with me before I came here, she's probably ready to come in so.. I think maybe you should all go." The woman standing near my head on the left laughed. "We're not going anywhere" she said. She closed her eyes for a few seconds and with them still closed she spoke again "Don't move... I've got you..." I could feel my heartbeat accelerate as the voice of my mother in law left the mouth of this psycho standing near me. It was her voice exactly. What is happening.... "It's okay babe." The man said as he reached out a hand to touch my face. "Don't call me that! Who the fuck ARE you?!? You're not my husband! Get the fuck OUT of here! ALL OF YOU! NOW! I'll call the police!" He withdrew his arm and looked at the three kids before locking eyes with the lady standing across from him. They started laughing. It was a variety at first that merged in to one deep, writhing laugh. I gripped the blankets and shut my eye as tight as I could. Then I felt someone grab my right wrist, squeezing it fiercely. I opened my eyes, both eyes and I was no longer in a hospital. I was in an alley. It was dark and cold, the pain was gone except for my wrist. My wrist that was being held by something dark and huge. "Didn't like that did you..." It's head turned in my direction and all I could make out were two glowing amber rimmed eyes the size of baseballs. "It's not the same for everyone... But, when everyone you know wants you dead, some times the results aren't always pretty." Wants me dead? I had to be dreaming. I had to be tripping on whatever pain medicine that they injected me with at the damn hospital. HAD TO. I closed my eyes and tried to rip my arm out of the things grip. "You won't like it.. they'll kill you. All of them want to..." "SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LET ME GOOOOOO!" I screamed while thrashing my entire body around. I guess I thought that if I made a big enough scene that SOMEONE would be able to help me. When I opened my eyes, I saw his face even closer now. The amber in his eyes was darker. "Suit yourself." He whispered before he threw me backwards sending me into trash bins and broken glass. I knocked my head on a brick and the world began to fade.. Again.. I woke up to beeping. Immediately I shot up and panicked as my eyes frantically darted around the room. The beeps got faster until I felt like my heart was going to burst. "She's up! Get the doctor!" I heard from the hall. Within seconds my room filled with all sorts of faces and uniforms. A male nurse unscrewed my IV and inserted something to calm my nerves I assumed. I was crying and thrashing yelling "NO!!!" until he finished. When everything settled and most of the staff had left, I realized they weren't monsters and I wasn't in some ratty shit-hole room. It was actually nice and so were they. I'd never felt more confused and scared in my life. "How are you feeling?" asked the doctor with a smile. "I uh.. I'm.." I stuttered and then realized I couldn't say everything. All that would do is get me a date with the psych ward. It must've been a dream... All of it? Why am I here then? "I'm sorry, why am I here..?" I asked. "You were calling for a taxi and you tripped on the sidewalk. The cabby said it looked like you knocked your noggin on some of the bricks around the tree in that area. You were unconscious and we just wanted to be sure you're okay. We found your husbands name and number in your phone and gave him a call. He's right outside and eager to see you. Do you feel up for that?" "YES! Please! Yes, of course!" I said . "Calm down, I'll get him. It's best to breathe and not get all riled up." He said as he patted my hand. "I'll send him in." I looked at my body, my arms, hands. No blood... no marks.. My husband, my REAL husband came into the room and ran to my side. "I'm so glad you're okay! I was so scared." He pulled up a chair and I asked him to not leave my side no matter what. He agreed. I started telling him about everything. What I assumed to be dreams. His face eventually shifted slightly when I repeated what the night demon thing had said. "That's enough" he said. "It was all a dream and you're fine. In fact, there are some other people who want to see you, is that okay?" "I mean.. I guess.." I said, a little unsure. "I'll be right back." He said before he left. When the door closed, the TV in the left corner of the room turned on making me jump. It was a hospital room with what looked like a doll sitting on the bed. A doll that happened to look a lot like me.. The door to the TV room opened and people flooded in. Everyone in there crowded the bed and I faintly heard the words "You'll all get a turn!" before all of a sudden, every person in the room took out knives and needles and started stabbing the doll. Hysteric laughter blared from the screen before it suddenly stopped. Everyone in that room slowly turned around towards the camera smiling. It looked like they knew I was watching and they were happy about it. There, standing on the TV were my family.. my friends.. neighbors.. faces from stores.. "They'll kill you.. All of them want to.." I ripped the IV out of my arm after the television turned itself off. My legs felt like Jello as I gripped the wall trying my best to walk to the door. I finally made it , opened the door and staggered into the hallway. I looked to the right and down a long corridor I could see a set of double doors rimmed with light, outside. I took a step and looked over my shoulder. The entire mob from the television, the people I knew and loved were there staring at me... smiling at me.. Each holding some form of jagged blade or needle. My chest heaved as I turned back towards the doors. I bolted. It felt like I ran forever when I finally pushed the opening bar on the door but just as the sun touched my face, something pulled me backwards. I tried so hard to push myself forward but it was no use. The doors got smaller and farther away. The light disappeared almost entirely. I was in the cold and dark surrounded by insane laughing. I closed my eyes that filled with hot tears and lay there as my body was stabbed and sliced.
It's never nice when you have a dream about death. Especially when it's YOUR OWN! Now, I didn't actually wake up knowing I died. Likely..? Sure, but not necessarily definite. Maybe it's not good to write down every dream lol. My only comfort is knowing that people like Stephen King did the same thing and he seems to be doing JUST FINE. :) Though it was a bit of a mind shaker, I hope you were able to see (or at least almost see) what I dreamed of... Maybe it's not so bad to wake up and pee every now and then... That being said, I hope all of you have a great rest of your Sunday and of course... Sweet dreams...
-Super Mom
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