I had this nightmare not long ago, and sometimes it makes it’s way into my imagination during the day. As such, I thought I’d find some comfort in putting it into words so that I can get a better grasp on it.
It starts with me standing out near the front of the school, with a figure standing on top of the clock tower.
Looking around, it looks like the normal hustle and bustle of the school. Students and friends walking around as if they were making their way around to classes. I myself was holding a pile of books.
Suddenly, the figure on top of the clock tower steals my attention from my peers, somehow forcing my sight upward to look at them.
And then, they jump.
They land face down just in front of the stairs leading to the front office with the sound of a splat combined with a crunch. It’s unpleasant to the ears.
And everyone goes about their day. Just walking around the suicidal figure’s dead corpse like it was but only a small obstacle in their busy travels. Some people even walk over the body.
I slowly approach the dead figure. They’re dressed in all black. I kneel down and turn over the blood-stained body and find out that,
in fact,
the figure had my face.
and then I woke up.
I haven’t fully come to terms with what it means. I know dreams like that are meant to mean something, but I honestly can’t figure it out.
And I don’t know if I prefer staying ignorant or not.
Enigmatic Thoughts 