Thread: My First Lucid/Nightmare.

It was about 01:02 when the last time I've checked my phone's clock.

I was at the garden of my primary school. School busses were arriving. I had no idea about what was I doing there. I was same age as I should. 16. But in that school I was only 8. Finally, busses had stopped and I saw my bus. It was coming, but my vision was twiching in a creepy way. I had a great headache in that moment. My bus stopped in front of me, little me, has jumped from the bus with a gloomy face. When I checked around him, there was my old friends. They were actually from other schools in reality, but in this place, they were also in my school. I chased my little-self for two minutes. Finally I realized no one could actually see me if I don't touch them. I was a ghost from future. And I had to talk to my little-self about what to do now.

I followed him to the classroom. And then, I checked the lesson schedule. First two lessons were P.E, and my little-self's sports clothes was not with him. Me, I mean my little self was just sitting there in classroom, alone. But before I touched his shoulder, he said, "So, you're here. I was expecting you to come here.". That was one of the creepiest moments I have ever had.

And then, I realized that I was actually dreaming. I wanted to wake up, but I couldn't. My brain, was attacking me with my own weapons. My little self smirked, and, "I hate them all. My classmates. I will kill them today. With this." he said and opened his bag. There was a knife in the bag. Knife was covered with blood. He smiled with big eyes and, "Yes. I killed both mom, and dad.". I was completely lost control to wake up. I wanted to wake up, I was saying, "I'm going to wake up! NOW!" out loud. But it wasn't working at all.

Then suddenly, body of my little self started to float from 1 meter from the ground. He opened his arms and his head was going backwards. Suddenly, he started bleeding from his mouth, ears, eyes, nose...

Somehow, I forgot about I was dreaming. My little-self's body was disappearing in front of me, to the ashes. His body was burning. After a few seconds I heard the azan (I'm not even a muslim, that's odd.). When I looked from the window. There was a crowd near the school's gate. The annouced name was, my little cousin's name. I felt a pain in my chest, that was not my school. And he was not me. He was my cousin. I was the one who killed him. I turned my face to the classroom. There was a big mirror in front of me. My head started to hurt again. I felt my feet stopped touching to the ground. And with the increasing pain, I saw myself bleeding from my face.

And suddenly, I woke up. That was my first time that I've realized I've been dreaming. But when it got out of my control, that was horrifying.

P.S : Sorry for grammar mistakes. My English is not very good.