The Dream

It was one of those dreams where you wake up right when the worst is about to happen. You're paralyzed, don't know what to do, and you're like that until sunrise. Last night I had one of those dreams.

It started off usual; I was in my living room, along with my father. But in this dream, the living room was different. My father seemed more careless than ever, much younger. He's 48, but he seemed around 28 in this dream.

Instead of the wooden floor we have, it was replaced with a blue carpet, and the walls were of a greenish blue color. The lights weren't on. Instead, the TV was on, with a sitcom of some sort, and there was a blue glow coming from the window. But there were no lights near the window.

I decided to call my cousin, who I am very close with. But the phones weren't working. When it rang, the usual dull tone began to get louder, and eventually has so high in frequency, that I could barely hear it now. Then, a woman came on. But instead of the usual woman I get, she sounded more depressed, as if someone had died, and she was sobbing. She sounded like an old woman now, but I could still recognize the voice. She said, in a low, sad voice, almost like a whisper, "The person you have dialed is no longer with us. Please dial another number, and do not ever call back here." I then heard the usual sound you get when the other person hung up, but this time, it was lower, and fainter.

I looked at my dad, to tell him. "Dad, she said-" My dad had a horrible look on his face. His eyes were almost shut, along with a large frown on his face. "She's gone, now," he said, in a distorted and dull voice. "We now must call another him." He then got a piece of paper and wrote down a number, which I will not share for obvious reasons. He pointed to the rocking chair, which was placed near the window, which was where the couch was usually placed.

I sat down and dialed the four digits, after the usual three I put in first (which I will also not share, obviously). When I got to the second number, I saw two red eyes, looking at me through the window. On the third, I felt a slight breeze. Then, the fourth. I was immediately thrown back into the chair, hearing a blood curdling scream come from the phone. It was her voice, my cousin. My dad was looking at me with a smile, this time he was his actual age. Then, the scream stopped, and I heard another voice. It was an old man, whispering into the phone, "You're next." I tried to get out of the chair, but I woke up as soon as I did.

I woke up in the rocking chair, next to the window. The sun was rising. I was home alone. I felt the breeze. Then, it was there again.

"You're next."

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