3 Witches?

The Dream

So you know how sometimes you get this recurring dream, and you didn't mind it at first but now, its driving you Insane?! No, well be happy about that because that is me every night for the past 3 months now, fall asleep and have the same dream every night. I swear it Kills a small part of me every time I dream it or even think about it. Now you are probably thinking at this very moment "But what if its a dream I like?" Then you wouldn't be bothered by it at all, but it gets old Fast. Alright enough about me complaining about this dream I will tell you about it in best detail I can.

It starts off with me in a plain white room, full of mirrors like in a fun house, only its not fun at all. My reflection in some swirls around like a flushed toilet, while others change the color of me and my clothes. Did I mention that I am wearing a red hoodie, black leggings, and long brown boots that come up just below my knees. Back to the dream, I look around and then all of a sudden the room starts spinning like on a merry-go-round, but this is in a room I don't see anything that can make me spin like I am. I get dizzy and fall on my butt but that isn't the worst part, the worst part is that the floor underneath me starts cracking and breaking, then it crumbles right out from underneath me, like I fell on the most fragile glass ever made. I fall into the dark black abyss below. I tumble onto the next room. This one is again plain white, there are no mirrors but there is a figure that is sitting on a red chair. Its dripping what looks like red paint on the floor, but I know better. You would think that I am smart enough to not walk to him, but I do, one step at a time, right in front of left, I approach the red oozing chair. Just as the person, who I believe after having this dream for three months is a man, is about to turn around an invisible force pulls me down. Like an invisible hand doesn't want me to see the face of the man. It pulls me down pulling by my hair, I try to scream but all that comes out is silence. The invisible hands then force me down again into the black abyss below. I see light beneath me and ready to land on my feet. I land surprisingly without a noise. I see a black and red checkerboard floor, one that should be in the red queens palace. I look right in front of me and see a black cat that is hard to see and a bird of some sort. They start to come closer to me as if they know me and I feel as if I know them. All of a sudden they look panicked and scared. They look like they are trying to talk to me and I to them, but our words don't even reach each other. I start running to them but then just as I'm so close to reaching them, the walls shake the floor starts falling out from under us and then everything breaks like glass. I'm left standing there again in the plain white room that I despise so much. I feel tears start to trickle down my eyes, I don't even know why I'm crying, I just feel like I lost the most important thing in the world to me I close my eyes, wishing it all away. I wake up in my room I have to pinch myself twice before I know that I'm actually awake. I feel dry tears on my cheeks. Every time it is like this, or I should say everyday since this happens night after night.

The first time I had this dream I woke up screaming; did I mention that I'm 15, and for me to wake up screaming was a first for me and my parents. Of course they comforted me like good parents would and said, "It was all just a dream honey. Nothing in a dream can hurt you."                                                       Well I beg a differ, after having this dream for 3 months I'm pretty sure that it will hurt me. Of course this dream started June 13th and I don't think it being Friday the 13th was a coincidence either. Now I usually don't go into the whole superstition crap because I just don't think that stuff is real. Well, now I have a bit of a different point of view. I still don't believe that walking under a ladder or having a black cat walk in front of you will bring bad luck, but I do think that my dream is bad luck in some sort of way.  So when I kept having this same dream night after night my parents got worried and took me to a shrink or a psychiatrist or whatever they're called. I had to stay there for about a week or two, and boy let me tell you it was not fun. Well at least they concluded that I wasn't crazy otherwise I would have been thrown into the nut house and that would have definitely made me insane.          
Now it's September, I've started my sophomore year and at least I'm not afraid of this dream anymore, well not usually but sometimes I never even get any sleep at night and that is annoying since I will every once in a while doze off in class, but that is besides the point. The point is is that only my best friend Merry knows about this. Of course my parents don't know that it has been going on for 3 months because they would flip out and go all bat-shit-crazy on me and ask me questions I don't want to answer.

Okay, by now I think you are all bored of hearing my weird dream; that probably it doesn't mean anything, but there is the key word probably, that means that it could bear a meaning of course it most likely doesn't. Alright maybe I should say a little bit about my appearance I'm tall 5'7" to be precise. I have a caramel brown hair, blue eyes with some green around the pupils. Now on to the more important things, like what to have for breakfast. I haven't eaten since yesterday, lunch, as in I haven't eaten in 10 HOURS! Oh, I forgot to mention but I usually have lunch at 10 o'clock. Crazy right, yeah well this is only on weekends, so don't worry I'm fine on weekdays.