Dream

Yesterday I had this dream, this dream that I was going to die. A dream I was dead. A dream I can never speak of, a horrible unmentionable one.

The first flashback I was just in my bed, when I hear someone approaching. I thought it was just my sister, Rebecca, coming home and heading upstairs after she left her party. You see, Rebecca is my sister, she is very nice and very beautiful, but really wild. I know she drinks and that she parties every night when she's supposed to be at a friend's house studying, I guess that's just Rebecca. So anyway, when the person comes in through the door it's not Rebecca, it's a man with a black sweater on, his hood covering up his face. I scream but the sound just echoes off the empty walls of my empty house. I'm sweating a whole lot, and thats when it ends.

The next flashback is when I'm in my kitchen reading a book but I find a letter addressed to my parent's, I open it up because it's from an unusual name. I read it. It only says one sentence.

"I'm coming, and I'm killing her." I dropped it and picked up my book to read something else, maybe my mind was playing tricks on me. Maybe it said,"I'm coming and I'm kissing her." I hear the door creak open, I become silent.

Then the world turns black and in another dream I'm dreaming about a man. It's actually my step-brother. He's going about his life when he hears a knock on the door. Obviously he answers it to find his girlfriend, Judith. She has a folder in her hand with 'P2KTGM' written on it.