Nightmare

Its 2h28 and im up. I just had a nightmare.

I woke up with my own voice crying “HELP”.

Its very strange,  but it has happened. I cant remember when was the last time i had one. Maybe 3-5 years ago…i dont know. As any dream/nightmare, it was an apparently random series of events that ended up with me in a hotel, opening the manager’s office door in front of the reception, trying to get the people’s attention because i saw a man that just stabbed another person.

It all started at home, we were hosting 5 or 6 people, but when were talking with them, suddenly they were like 12 french. I started to wonder why there were so many and they were people that just showed up without saying anything in advance. It was already 2 am and we couldnt just let them out, so we told them they could stay but just 1 night. Things started to get a bit out of control.

Then, i had to go somewhere with the car, and a woman got into the backseat. She was talking the whole time with her cell phone, and when we got to this hotel, i realized she jumped in because she though i was driving a taxi… but my car was black. She left the car while talking and i thought…nevermind, it’s on the way i was going.

Then i had to pick up a friend from the hotel. Got into the parking with the car and tried to look for the entrance. I stepped out and walked around. Somehow it looked familiar. It wasnt the first time i was there. There were some strange luggage carts hanging from the ceiling and i jumped into one of them, playing around. Then i realised it was not the way i was supposed to go, and i went back to the car.

The car was parked in a different position. It had all the doors open. The back of the car was different. It was a different car, but looked very similar to mine. Out of the darkenss of the parking, i could see a man, sittin in the back trunk of his car, facing the wall and sitting still. I got into the car and closed 2 doors. On the back seat there was a huge ball of plastic tape. I took it and thew it away, telling the man it wasnt mine. Started driving and closed the rest of the doors.

Then a scene of someone putting a paper sheet on the driver’s seat, under the thing were you rest your head. The paper had a date and it was used to take the sweat of whoever was driving for some reason. Somebody had changed the papers and the dates were not right. “Not good. Something’s wrong here and i’m about to figure it out i thoght”

In the next flash, i was walking along a corridor inside the hotel. Between the people in the hall, i could recognize the woman who jumped into my car. She was looking herself at the mirror. She had long black hair. I started to feel unconfortable. A had a weird sensation. I was looking for my friend but i couldnt find him. I looked to the right and there was the hotel reception. Then looked to the left and there was an office with the door slightly open. I could see a man sitting on a chair, but not completly, so i pushed the door to get in. The man was sitting with his arms hanging loose and his head on the table. He’s dead i thought. Then, i looked up and next to him there was another man. He was dressed with a black suit, as if he was with the hotel uniform. He had just finished putting down the other man’s head on the table. I was surprised and started walking backwards. I tried to call for help, but my voice wouldnt come out. I tried again harder, shouting for help. And no sound came out of my throat. I tried a third time, and finaly, a weak “Help” came out.

I woke up hearing myself shouting “help”, and i was shocked. I had to go out to the terrace and drink some water to calm down. The night was still and the only sound was the repetitive song of the crickets. All was in complete quiet. I was trying to analize the dream and why i dreamt what i dreamt. I figured some stuff out from what’s happening in my life, and for what i have to do, but the end of the nightmare keeps me wondering. And the wondering keeps me awake. It’s 2h53 and i should go back to sleep.

All these thoughts, all this situations without apparent conetion makes me feel as if i was watching some David Lynch’s movie like mulholand drive. I didnt get the ending and kept me wondering for a while…

Im tired. I better get back to bed.