Surreal

At least every person has done it. Pulled off an all nighter with thier freinds. When morning comes everone is tired. I have pulled of all-nighters myself. But not with freinds, just by myself. It's quite fun actually, knowing that your the only one awake while everyone else is sleeping. of course there was occasional whisp of a car driving by. Probably some late night worker or something. I don't have a cell phone or an xbox, my family is rather tight on money. It fools most of kids at school becuase my parents always focus on getting the things I need. like clothes, they always buy me the nicest clothes.

But besides all that have you ever had a dream that was so real...you could swear it was true? But the happenings were so unreal that you possibly knew it wasnt? that has happened to me. Often i think it's just my brain telling me something but sometimes the message is distorted I just forget about the dreams all together. Untill one night were I had a nightmareso terrifying so real...I just couldn't forget it. I had decided to try to stay up late one night but around 3:23 AM I fell asleep and began to have this...vicous nightmare. It began with me running though the forest, i knew I wasn't supposed to be there but yet i was running. Running from something or maybe lost and trying to get out. Suddenly there was a change in the dream and I began seeing horrifying things hanging or even nailed to the trees. There were dead bodies and severly distorted children pinned and hanging from the trees. I even saw clear and black garbage bags wioth bodies inside them. I had to get out of there, i just had too. I didn't disagree with myself, this place was horrible.

The I came upon a house in the middle of the woods. It was old, i knew that and the windows were boarded up. There was a puddle of blood on the porch, I ignored it and proceeded up the step. Even though the house was frightning and uninviting, I wanted to take a look inside. Suddenly the front door flew open and a man emerged wearing an old cloak and hood with a blank white mask with two eye hols on it. "Good Evening" he said it in a calm voice but I was stil frightened. "I see you made it to the party". He then invited me into the house. I didn't move but the nightmare changed and I was someplace else. I completely forgot about the man and the forest and now focused my attention on where I currently was. I was in some sort of...warehouse. From the looks of it it looked like it was abandoned. I was tied to a chair. I didnt know where I was. I had the faint taste of blood in my mouth, I tried calling out for help but all I heard was the faint echo of my cries. It scared me so i stopped. The suddenly I heard a familiar voice.

"Hello agian young man." it said. "I see you found my secret hiding place, not to worry I'll have you overwith in no time" then out of the shadows came a familiar looking man. He wore a cloak and a plain white mask with two eyeholes in it. It was the man I met back in the woods at the house. He walked over to a wall and plucked a sicle from a hook. "Ah" he said as he admired the ool "this should do the trick". He then walked over to me and held the sicle up to my face and said "this won't hurt a bit" for a moment I actually believed him. Then I woke up.

It was impossible. I was in my bed? But that was impossible, I swear I hadn't fallen asleep. Or had I. I checked my clock and saw that it read 3:24 AM. A minute? No? This isn't right. I rolled back over on my back and stared up at my ceiling. That mask that man wore, his out fit, the bodies. It all seemed to real. But it couldn't be real? Why is it that when you have a dream you know things aren't what they are supposed to be yet you never confront anything. That man's voice echoed inside my skull, this won't hurt a bit I kept hearing him say that.

I decided not to fall asleep out of fear that I would re-live that awful nightmare. The next night i decided to do the same thing, and the next night. I became very tired and my parents were wondering what was wrong. I just said that I was having bad dreams. They shrugged it off as most parents do. I don't know what is real anymore. For all I know i could be asleep this whole time and wake up in that god-awful warehouse where that man would torture me. Or was that a forgotten memory that I had been re-living, no, my parents would tell me, or would they? Could all this be a dream? I don't think I want to sleep anymore.

This won't hurt a bit.