LUCID – Letters – September 19th
September 19
Dear Samantha,
I finished the dream book, and it didn’t help decipher these nightmares at all. I thought they might go away, but if anything they’re getting worse. I wish I could talk to you about it, but dad won’t let me use the phone to make such a long-distance call. Besides, we all know I’d end up talking for hours and run up a huge bill. I feel like if I could just talk to someone it would help, but my parents are hardly ever home and they wouldn’t pay any attention to my dreams anyway. Maybe if I could make some friends here it would help, but it’s so hard. I’ve always had you and everyone else. I don’t know how to make new friends. How is everyone doing?
I remember my dream from last night perfectly now. It was so real I couldn’t even tell it was a dream. I was standing in my room, looking down at myself sleeping. I don’t know why. But then I got scared; horribly, terribly scared. I looked at the window and I saw it, one of those shadow things. It was like a person, but twisted and disfigured, made entirely of inky darkness. It didn’t make a sound or anything, but I swear I heard a faint whisper in the back of my mind, whispering something horrible that I couldn’t repeat even if I had been able to understand it.
This thing came toward me silently, and it felt like it was looking into my soul, but it had no eyes. It was just darkness. As it got closer, that’s all I could see. I woke up when I heard myself scream. It was really strange, and terrifying. The oddest part is, when I woke, I wasn’t screaming, but I heard my own scream. In the section where I found Freud’s book, there were also some books on lucid dreaming, controlling your dreams. Maybe I’ll check one of them out.
Missing you and everyone else,
Lucy
