And who most probably does not reciprocate my feelings.
I dreamt of my mom and my dad getting separated for a reason I don’t really remember at all. That 10 years later, my dad decides to marry some eerily nice bitch who had an equally creepy baby in tow, both of which came from only God knows where. I try to stop the wedding, of course. But before I do, I lock myself up and cry and cry and cry until I am no longer able to breathe properly. So I get out of my room in a panic to ask for help. People think I’m faking it and don’t help me at all. I cry even more and feel all my anger and finally decide to crash the wedding rehearsal. Conveniently so, it was happening that very moment, in our very house (although, the house in my dream did not at all look like the one I actually live in), so I head to the banquet hall and catch them right before they are able to put their rings on. I scream, take the rings and everyone’s bouquets (they were white and red roses) and later proceed to attack that bitch. I do not remember what happens next. Things get blurry after. Scenes change, and then I am alone with that baby. In a dark room - its only source of light, coming from a slit on the wall. My dream ends here. But when I try to wake up, I cannot. I try to move, but I cannot. I want to open my eyes, but I cannot. I try to fight the urge to fall back asleep, because I feel extremely tired. My breathing is paced, heavy. And I start to feel the needles on my arms. I was immobile for a while, when suddenly I hear some fidgeting. I realize our housekeeper is walking towards my room, so I call out to her. I remember hearing my voice out loud, though it seems she could not as she did not enter my room. I needed help. I needed someone to move me, wake me up, finally. No one came. I do not remember how long I lied on my bed immobile. Though it probably didn’t last any longer than 15 minutes. I was not sweating. I was not exactly scared either. The feeling of fear though would come only after I finish retelling my story to our cook. It was an awfully odd battle. I do not want to go through it again.