The Dream That Won't Let Go

Feb 12, 2025. Today, I woke up feeling like I had barely survived something terrible. I had a nightmare that felt very real. Even now, hours later, it lingers like a shadow I can't shake off.

I stayed in bed for almost two hours, staring at the ceiling. My heart was still racing, and my body felt stuck from the shock. This dream seemed more than just a dream it felt like a message or a warning.

That's why I’m writing this down. Maybe if I put it into words, I can make sense of it.

The Dark Room

It started in deep darkness. As my eyes got used to it, I realized I was in my room, or at least some version of it. The walls felt familiar but seemed to stretch into nothing. The corners faded away, and there were no doors or windows no way out.

My things were scattered around, but they felt empty, like props meant to trick me into thinking this was real. But I knew something was wrong.

And then, I saw him.

The Other Me

He was a perfect copy same face, posture, and eyes staring back at me. But his eyes seemed cold and detached like he knew something I didn’t.

At first, he moved as I moved, copying me. Then he stopped and tilted his head, studying me. That’s when I realized he wasn’t just copying me he was waiting.

Then, he spoke.

His voice was calm, like he had practiced this conversation many times.

"You always run."

His words hit me hard.

"You run from your problems, from responsibility, from yourself."

I wanted to deny it, but deep down, I knew he was right.

The Confrontation

He listed my mistakes every choice, every missed chance, every time fear controlled me.

"You could have done better."

"You should have tried harder."

"You always say 'next time,' but you never mean it."

His words cut deep, not in anger, but as facts. I wanted to argue, to defend myself, but I couldn’t move. I was frozen.

Time didn’t feel real. It could have been minutes or hours. The only real thing was the impact of his words.

The Escape

There came a time when I just couldn’t take it anymore. I had to leave.

I turned and ran, not knowing where I was headed. There were no doors or exits, but somehow, I found myself outside.

Or at least, what I thought was outside.

But this wasn’t the world I knew.

It was a big emptiness.

A vast, empty space stretched on forever. No buildings, no sky, no color just a giant void that swallowed everything. I kept walking, hoping to find something but there was nothing.

Not a sound. Not a soul.

And then, panic set in.

The Loneliness

I had never felt so alone.

It wasn’t just empty it was like everything was gone. Like the whole world had vanished, leaving only me.

I searched desperately, my footsteps echoing in the quiet, hoping to find someone or some sign of life. But the more I walked, the more it hit me... I was completely alone.

That's when I had a thought.

Maybe this was where I was meant to end up all along.

Running from everything in my life, maybe I was heading straight into this a place where nothing existed, where no one could reach me, where I couldn’t let anyone down... because no one was left to let down.

Is this what I wanted?

Is this what I deserved?

Back to the Room

And then, as suddenly as I had left, I was back in my room.

Back where it all started.

The other me was still there, watching. Waiting.

This time, I didn’t run. I wanted to ask him something to understand what all of this meant.

But before I could speak, he said something.

"Do it right this time."

And then, I closed my eyes.

I didn’t know why. Maybe I was trying to escape. Maybe I was ready to face what was coming next.

But as soon as my eyes shut, the world disappeared.

The Fall

When I opened them again, I wasn’t in the room anymore.

I was falling.

The sky stretched on forever around me, the wind roaring in my ears. My body was weightless, plunging toward the ground at a terrifying speed.

But I wasn’t scared.

Not at first.

Then, the ground started rushing toward me too fast.

I tried to scream, but no sound came out.

And then impact.

And then I woke up.

The Aftermath

I woke up drenched in sweat. My heart was pounding. I gasped for air.

Even after realizing I was awake, I couldn’t move. I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, trying to convince myself it was over.

But it wasn’t.

Because even now, hours later, it still lingers. The words. The feeling. That overwhelming sense that the dream wasn’t just a dream. It meant something.

"Do it right this time."

I keep hearing it.

And maybe… maybe he was right.

I’ve spent my life running. Running from my problems, from my past, from everything that felt too hard. Pretending my mistakes don’t matter instead of facing them.

But I don’t know how to stop.

I don’t even know where to start.

All I know is that this dream this nightmare wasn’t just a random creation of my mind. It was something I needed to see. Something I needed to hear.