Welcome to my Nightmare
Fear
is so unpredictable. I was once in a nightmare where I was being chased by
Chucky, the evil doll who was alive. He was chasing me around the house and he
got a knife. I was afraid for my family members who were in the room so I ran
into it and shut the door and locked it. I assumed I was safe because all my
family members were safe and Chucky was locked out. Chucky was going crazy on
the other side of the door because he couldn’t get in and I was just next to
the door, holding it closed because he might have been able to push it open. I
was frightened and I started to cry and say “go away!”. I didn’t notice at
first but it got quiet, too quiet. I was more scared than before because I knew
Chucky was up to something and I didn’t know where he was because I couldn’t
hear him anymore. I opened the door and he was nowhere in sight. I was scared
to walk around the house because he could’ve popped out of nowhere. I took the
decision to take a look around and he popped out from inside the cabinet and I
ran and fell. When I fell I woke up. It’s hard to explain but whenever I fall
in a dream I feel like I actually fall in real life.
It’s admirable that you were most worried about your family. And, yes, sometimes silence can be much more frightening than scary noises. And I’ve had that happen too, where you fall or stumble in your dream and when you wake up you could swear your bed moved.
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