Hello you wonderful people reading this. I really hope there's more than one of you. Lol.
Anyway, since it's almost Halloween, I thought I'd share with you the next story.
First of all, I need you to understand one thing, ever since I learned about the whole voodoo vibe that goes on in New Orleans, I've been scared shitless of finding myself at a place like that. I have been known to explore the paranormal in cemeteries and other places. And even though the idea of visiting the tomb of famous vodoo queen, Marie Laveau sounds a bit enticing, it does scare the shit out of me.
Cutting to the chase, I was dreaming that I was by myself walking through a swamp on a very sunny morning. I could see grass below my feet, however I could feel the wetness go through my sneakers and the land not being very firm and even sorta shaky. I kept telling myself apparently out loud: "You can do this, there's nothing to worry about. You can do this, you can do this." -- My hands were sweaty. I was genuinely scared. I reached the end of the swamp and got to a cemetery. The bad vibe I had just kept getting worse. Unlike my "investigations", I was alone and I think that's what made it scary.
Making my way through the graves, something inside my head made me want to wake up. I actually crossed that unconscious to physically conscious barrier, to the point where I was opening my eyes with my hands because my eyelids felt so heavy. I kept hearing a voice inside me saying: "Wake up! Wake up!!"
I sprinted out of my bed walking straight to the bathroom to wash my face. I felt so tired afterwards, maybe because of the effort to I made to open my eyes.
I know it was not much of a nightmare and I can probably understand why it was hard for me to wake up, but why the urge to do so? Did a part of me felt it would be worse if I kept on dreaming? Guess I'll never know. I'm okay with that too. Call it a gut feeling.
Ok, so there's my weird dream story. Hope I didn't confuse you too much. Lol.
Thanks for reading! 😉
