Fifth dream, (07/02/24)

       The Dream of Many Worlds

I woke up late. Within the dream itself, I knew I had to study, but I told myself: "I’ll study in the afternoon." When I opened my eyes, the clock read 7. I was in a completely white room. All around me, dozens of doors of different colors were spread along the walls and even the ceiling. I opened one.

On the other side, there was a party. The space was divided by colors, and each area had people dressed in matching shades. I walked through them, across this chromatic universe, and entered another door.

I arrived at a huge, silent bathroom. A giant mirror reflected my image. I stepped closer. On the wall behind me were two paintings: one depicted a samurai in red armor; the other, a majestic red Chinese dragon. As I looked into the mirror, I noticed something disturbing: the samurai and dragon began to move inside their frames… until they stepped out. They started following me.

I went through another door and found myself in a classroom. All the students wore black dresses, had braided black hair, and completely white eyes. There was only one empty seat, which I took. The teacher entered, looked directly at me, and said:

—"You don’t belong in this class."

All the others turned to look at me in silence.

Then, I was in a crowded plaza. Everyone I knew was there. I walked among them and met deceased relatives. Together, we headed toward a building. A friend and I went exploring and found a fenced field under heavy surveillance. We returned to the building and entered the women’s restroom, which had glass windows. Suddenly, a boy started banging on the windows, followed by others. They broke the glass. One of them grabbed my arm and touched my chest.

Fortunately, security arrived. They scattered the boys and lined us up. Then we were taken to a swimming pool. I tried to stay away from a boy who made me uncomfortable.

Later, I dreamed that you, Lucas, and I were at college giving a presentation. We were the last group. We presented and passed. When we left, Lucas went off and you said:

—"Come on, I’ll give you a ride."

I got on your motorbike and you took me home. Once there, I told my dad I had passed. I wanted to tell my mom too, but she wouldn’t listen; she left with my brother. You came back for me.

—"Let’s go to a party to celebrate," you said.

—"Sure, let’s go," I replied.

At the party, we sat down to have a drink. Later, Eze, my brother, showed up. We chatted for a while—I don’t remember about what—until you got up to leave, and I did too. Eze said:

—"Get on my back. I want to see if I can carry you."

—"No, I’m heavy," I answered.

—"Come on, get on, I want to see."

I got on, and he managed to hold me up. Then, the three of us slept at another house.

There, inside the dream, I had another dream.

In this second dream, I woke up and said to Eze:

—"I dreamed you were studying, and there was a little duck on your desk."

He looked at me, surprised.

—"I think there are ghosts in my house," he said. "They tell you things through dreams."

Then, an old lady appeared—the owner of the house. She told us her grandson was possessed. We went with her, and together we managed to save him. We spent another night there.

When I woke up, I didn’t see you in your bed. I got up and saw you were sleeping next to Eze. I left to another room.

Shortly after, two men arrived asking about their son. They gave me a description, and I instantly knew they were talking about the owner’s grandson. I told them yes, it was him.

Later, I entered a room and saw small ghosts. My hands began to shoot fire, and I fought them one by one. Then you, Eze, and the boy’s parents joined in. They warned us:

—"Get ready, a zombie virus is starting to infect people."

And in that moment, my alarm went off.

I woke up. Or so I thought.

My body felt so heavy I couldn’t move. My eyelids dropped. In my mind, I only thought: "Whatever happens, happens."

I fell asleep again, and when I woke up once more, I could finally open my eyes, though my body still wouldn’t respond.

Floating in front of my bed, I saw a bright red butterfly. It flew silently… until I fully woke up.

Note: In certain parts of these dreams, the word "you" refers directly to me, as these are dreams that my Twin shared with me personally. It may sound like it's addressing the reader, but it’s actually directed at me as the dream's listener.

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