Tv:now for our local news.
I am awakened by the sound of sirens blaring.
I rub my eyes and look around.
Me:did i sleep here all night?
TV:a young woman was found dead this morning.
The news from the TV keeps playing as I try to recall what happened last night.
TV: the victim, Monica Collins was-
I immediately grab the remote and turn the volume up.
TV: Monica Collins was found dead in her partner's bedroom earlier this morning. The circumstances regarding the mysterious case are currently being investigated by the local police.
I stare hard at the television,my heart beating fast.
(She was in my dream...)
I stand there, mouth agape. There's no way this is all a coincidence. But wasn't it all just a bad dream?an indescribable feeling of dread shudders through my body. I still can't believe it. Or maybe I don't want to believe it....
Unable to come up with an explanation, all I can do is stare at the television.
Me:it can't be the same girl...
TV: the police are looking at the possibility of murder.
I turn my back,my throat dry.
TV: they're also not ruling out an undiagnosed condition, considering the damage on her neural functions.
Me: what on earth is going on?
The noise from the TV fades as I make my way to the kitchen for a glass of water.
Me: neural damage...?
I turn the tap water on, absent-mindedly filling my cup. The tap fills my glass over the brim.
Me: Monica was.....eaten by the monster.
(But wasn't it all just a bad dream?)
Me:did all of that actually happen?
I close my eyes, shaking away the vision I witnessed last night.
Me: there's no way it could've actually been real, right?
(How she died in the dream and how the news said she died are completely different. It's all just a coincidence.)
At least, that's what I keep telling myself.
I feel a hand land firmly on my shoulder.
I jump away my heart beat pounding like a drum. I turn around to find my mother turning the faucet off.
Mom:whu are you so jumpy?
I catch my breath, putting a hand on my chest and trying to calm my thundering heart beat.
Me:jeez,mom!you scared me!
Mom: I didn't mean to. You were so out of it . I've been calling you,but you didn't respond.you even left the tap running. what's wrong?
Mom's loving concern makee me want to cry ,but i hold back the tears welling up in my eyes. I want to tell her everything that happened. I really do.but...
I take a deep breath,closing my eyes as I exhale.
Me: it's nothing. I was just watching a scary movie last night.
(I am sorry,Mom. Even I don't know what happened. Or what I've gotten tangled up in...)
Mom: that's why I keep telling you to stop watching those things. They make you more paranoid by the minute,silly little girl.
She laughs, unaware of my troubled thoughts.
Mom:come on ,lets get you some hot chocolate.
(Yeah , something sweet would be nice. I need to focus on something else for a while. It was all just a bad dream. I should just forget about it.)
I sigh, following my mother to the dinning table. The guys I met in that nightmare suddenly come to my mind. I wonder what happened to them. Do they even actually exist?
I entered my classes.
Anna immediately leans over the table as I sit down.
Me:oh,are you that enthusiastic to study?
Anna:what do you mean ? I am only this eager when I have some gossip.
Me:aha.so what is it about this time?
Anna: didn't you heard the news? The news about Monica Collins?
My eyes widen. Her tone is casual, but all I can do is lower my eyes.
Anna:its crazy. I have seen her a couple of times before.
Me: she's relatively famous on social media.
Anna: people look up to her as a fashion inspiration, and she and her boyfriend are pretty cute together.
Anna shows me Monica's profile. The girl smiling happily in the photo is the same girl I met in my dream.
(Poor Monica...why would something like this happen?)
I only met her yesterday, but I can't help but feel torn up about it.
Anna: the world's so scary these days.
I am back at home sitting in front of my computer screen.
I stare at the flickering cursor on my computer screen.
All day long, I've been trying to shake off my worries,but in the end , I can't help but try to make sense of what happened.
Me: Monica died in the nightmare in that dimension...and she died in the nightmare world due to brain damage.
I type some words into the search bar.
(Could the real world and the dream world really be connected?is it possible for a nightmare to become a reality?)
I am suddenly stuck with the same overwhelming sleepiness from last night ...
I blink trying to keep my eyelids open. The cursor flickers and I try to hit the'ENTER'button.
The sound of bells reverberate in my head.
(Ah!make it stop!)
I desperately resist the urge to fall asleep,but the last thing I see is my desk clock hitting 10p.m.