Scary Dreams

     I won't start this post with a recap of yesterday, I really shouldn't, because there's no way to ignore what happened while I was asleep - the dream. I'm used to having lot's of weird dreams, but I didn't realise this one how twisted this one was until I had woken up, walked downstairs, and started making breakfast. The flashes of that dream kept me wondering, as a often do, what it meant, why would I dream that. Either way, the dream is at follows:

    I'm with my family (I'm guessing family but I only really recall interacting with my mother) in some art exhibition in England (once again, I'm guessing, but I had a feeling that's where it was), it seemed like something that had been there forever. It was composed of these arched corridors, like in Hogwarts, and the walls were absolutely filled with pictures of famous British people. Upon entering and seeing a few pictures I called out to someone "If you find the Doctor Whos' let me know" - and looking back now, I'm pretty sure that's all I need to know that I was in fact in Great Britain. I explored the corridors, of which there were multiple, and saw a bunch of people I recognised, but don't remember as of now, I noticed I had gotten to the end when the pictures became more sparse and then the walls were completely empty, with space for future persons. 

    This is where the story takes quite a twist. I'm pretty sure a bunch of stuffs happens between this next part and the one before, but I couldn't tell you what that was even if I tried.

    I'm once again walking down some corridors, but these look much different, they're more squared off, and they contain a few simple doors with room numbers, the numbers I particularly remember are 37- 4. As I'm walking down the main hall, turning my head to look in each corridor, I suddenly see a lady laying in a hospital bed, I can't recall any details but there was this feeling of this distress in the air. There was a few people around her, but none looked like doctors, they seemed to be dressed in normal street clothing, like they were also tourists who just happened to stumble onto this scene. I don't remember what happened with that lady, or her baby to be, but I remember blood squirting, and me somehow being slightly covered in it, then leaving after a few moment. If dreams had sound, this one would be filled with screams of women in labour. 

    I think I saw this situation at least two more times before keeping myself in that main hallway, which for some reason had multiple sinks so I was able to wash off the blood from my hands. As I was doing so, I saw the man who was standing over the first pregnant woman doing the same thing, this wild look in his eyes, like he'd gone through something traumatic. 

    I also think there was something about me running frantically back to my mum but that's where the dream ended. So, I don't really know what to make of it, I've had scarier dreams but this one just seemed unnecessarily realistic. Now I'm starting to think that maybe I should starting writing horror stories, even though I already draw monsters that you would usually only see underneath your bed. 

That's all for now.

Love,

- Jules