Weird dream last night. Well, more of like a nightmare. I don’t know why I can remember it so vividly and so much of it. You know how most people can’t remember their dreams or nightmares? Well, it’s not one of those times.
My nightmare started off pretty unrealistic, me and Brandon were in Peru for vacation. Psh, as if I’d have any money for a trip to Peru, ha! But, anyways, so we checked into a hotel. It looked really nice and the management lived downstairs of it, kind of like a basement. It had a rustic, historic feel to the small hotel. It looked like an adobe church but bigger…and less churchy. We were escorted to our room. We took the stairs up; don’t know which floor it was though. We walked down a short hallway but it had rooms on both sides of the hallway. I think it had about 10 bedrooms on each side. It was a pretty small hotel, not one of those corporate hotels like Holiday Inn or anything, and I love it that way…although after this dream, I might not anymore.
We got situated and went out to do some sightseeing. When we were out sightseeing we went to a local store. I and Brandon split up in the small store, at this time an old local man talked to me. He asked me where I was from and where I was staying at. I told him the general area; I would never tell a stranger my exact location. Hell, my Facebook and MySpace say I still live in Las Vegas even though that was like 6 years ago because I like my privacy and hate the perverted stalkers.
He gave me a weird look, like as if he had to say something and was wondering if he should tell me what he wanted to or not. I stared into his eyes and waited to see if he would, then finally he looked at me.
“Be careful around there.”
“Uh…what?” (And of course I don’t know how the hell we are communicating because I don’t know too much Spanish and what kind of local old man would know English? All perks of a dream I guess, nothing has boundaries.)
“There is a myth going around that part of the city. It is said that there is a ghost or creature that watches people in their sleep. He stands at the end of people’s bed and stares at them while they sleep. He’ll make a round where he walks up to your face and watches you for a little bit then return to the corner of the bed and continue to watch you from a farther distance. He stays there for a while then he’ll move onto someone else’s room. But it’s said that if you wake up in the middle of the night and catch him in your room, then something bad will happen. It only will happen if you wake up and stare at him and he catches you. It’s said that the consequence is Death. That you won’t see him for a few days after you stare at him, he’ll stop visiting you until he decides to come back and kill you.”
Well, that didn’t just scare the shit out of me. I had chills in my body for a second. His eyes told of the truth, the truth to be careful. He wasn’t just trying to mess with the tourist by scaring me, no he was actually, truly, warning me.
Right then, Brandon came back and stood beside me.
“I’m hungry Janto.” My pet name, which he got from Job Corps from a friend who called me Ayanta and him Janto. But instead he took Janto and used it as a nickname for me haha. We have so many pet names that it’s weird. We use pet names out of nothing like Squishee, Rashy, Pudgy, etc.
“K…let’s go then.”
As I walked out of the store beside Brandon, I looked back at the old man and he gave me this serious stern look. Well, that didn’t scare me, like he knows that something will happen to me…for sure. And I slightly knew that it was a dream, so that’s when my mind went, “Oh shit, something bad WILL FOR SURE happen.”
The day went by in a flash, literally, like a scene in a movie where people spend time somewhere then it goes black for a second and bam, its night and they’re in their room. A scene change. To a scene that’s so important that they couldn’t go throughout the day and just HAD to get to the good part…or bad.
It was nighttime and we were getting ready to go to sleep. I was changing into my sleeping clothes; I brought a night dress that’s flowy, silky, and lacey. It turned on my Brandino. So we got into the naughty. After the hot and steamy scene, I actually put on the dress.
We started to sleep and then it scene changed to the middle of the night. That creature was there. Standing on my corner at the end of the bed. Wearing a weird traditional, ancient costume/outfit. It had feathers everywhere and geometric patterns on his clothing. He was wearing a mask that resembled a bird. A scary bird but a bird nonetheless, I know a beak when I see one, man. And it was weird, but he was short, so it must have been a little boy, about the age of 10 or 11.
The eyes on the bird’s mask was big and black. Pitch black. We were both still sleeping. The ghost/creature walked up to my side and stared at me for a few minutes and then walked to Brandon’s side and did the same. He resumed his post at the corner of our bed and after about half an hour, he walked out and went to do the same in another room. I never woke up to see and the same for Brandon. We slept pretty peaceful if I do say so myself.
We walked around again and this time we met the manager in the lobby. She was a kind lady. Kinda young, around her late 20’s or early 30’s. Very pretty too, in an aged way of course. She showed us around the hotel a little more then she showed us where her room was. It looked there was a boiler in the basement then her room was across from it. She didn’t have a normal door like the other rooms, it was a two door that was made of straw or bamboo (like a rice steamer basket) and slid closed together and opened. The only way to lock it was to push the handles together and stick something in the handle or tie the handles together. It slides open automatically, it doesn’t close by itself.
It was night time again. We got ready to go to sleep too…after naughty deeds. In the middle of the night, he returned. He stood at the end of our bed for a few minutes then Brandon, god dammit, pushed me out of bed and out of reflex, I tried to reach for the blanket so I wouldn’t fall down but pulled him instead. I landed on my belly and he landed on top of me. I looked forward (I don’t know how, but our head was facing east instead of west like how it was when we were in bed) and so did Brandon.
We saw the ghost/creature. There was just silence. He stared back at us and we didn’t make a sound. We both stared straight into his non-existing, pitch black eyes. I hurried up and got back into bed and covered my whole self with the blanket. Brandon followed after me. The ghost/creature walked out and continued his rounds.
It was morning and more sightseeing went on. It was instantly night again and the ghost/creature did not come this night. I was scared. The old man was not telling any lies. I was hoping that he was even though the ghost/creature did exist. I don’t know why, but my nerves cracked and I ran downstairs to the manager’s room. The outside of her room was lit with the light from the boiler. She was awake reading a book at her desk. I came in panting and sweating. She asked me what was wrong and I told her everything.
She got up to close her door, she tied it close. I wondered why but it felt safer than leaving it open.
“The only way to stop him from coming after you is…..” I forgot this part.
I forgot about most of the conversation actually. I only remember that in parts of the conversation we kept hearing noises outside her doors. Like the more we talked about it, the more something happened and the more it kept escalating. It finally caught up to her door and it snapped open. She ran and closed it again and locked it with more string. She was actually pretty calm and poised. It was kinda weird. As we kept talking the door rattled and finally snapped open again. It kept opening and closing.
She told me I had to go somewhere and all I remember was that he scene changed and all of a sudden I was out in a forest and was about to cross a bridge. Some little boy was with me. As we walked across, the bridge swung. The boy slipped. I caught his hand before he fell. I hung onto his little hand for dear life. I used all of my strength to pull him up. He panted and was so scared I saw a little bit of tears in his eyes. He was thankful. After that, he told me thank you and that he won’t kill me anymore. For some reason that didn’t surprise me. I guess this little boy was the creature. The manager set up a trip where I and he would go on a journey to where I would be able to save him in some situation, to where he’ll be thankful enough to spare my life. For some reason, I knew that he was the creature. At night he turns into the creature, like a ghost would possess him and he would do what he does. But during the daytime, he’s a normal little boy. I guess there are others like him, but only a few and it’s been going on for generations. I don’t know why though. It makes no sense to me for a ghost to sit there and watch people and if someone stares at him and he stares back, then he’ll kill him. Like he wants to keep living so he possesses people but if someone wakes up, he’ll get startled, doesn’t know what to do and doesn’t come back for a few days. He then decides to kill them because they’ve disturbed his rounds, his routine. I don’t know why he makes a routine of watching people sleep though.
So I got out of my deathy future. Now I have to worry about Brandon. That’s when my dream stopped or at least that’s when I forgot the rest.
It was pretty scary. I woke up a little bit a few times in the middle of the night to get the blanket so it can cover me since it was so scary. Damn Brandon kept taking the whole blanket. And he kept moving the covers so I kept sleeping on the actual mattress than the sheet.
Anyways, crazy scary ass dream. I haven’t had those in a long time. So weird. The last time I had nightmares was when I would accidentally fall asleep, or intentionally, at work. Maybe it was my guilty conscience of going to sleep at work getting back at me.
