Last night I have a real nightmare.
I was in a backyard of my best friend from the childhood. (Now, today I am his godfather in real life)
It was a night. There was a party on the second-floor balcony in his house. I entered the backyard. At the gate, I saw his dead mother. She gave me a glass of water and I took it in my hands.
Then I saw his dead father talking with other people. ( I knew his parents very well when they were alive )
Then his sister came to me ( she is alive and about my age ) and asked me who gave you this and she took it from my hands. I turned back to look for her mother, but instead of that, I saw an empty plastic chair near the entry gate where her mother was before.
Leaving an empty chair near the entry door is a Muslim custom when somebody dies. I know this because I have a lot of Muslim neighbors and friends.
Then suddenly a lot of people came into the backyard. Some of them were shaking hands with me and some just passed near me without even noticing me.
Then I realized that people who shake hands with me were people that were all dead in real life. All the people were very happy. It was a great party.
Only dead people could see me. Then I realized that maybe I am also dead. I was not sure.
I looked at other people who were not dead and no one could notice me.
I sat down on a chair with a lot of fear and in despair, I put my head on my hands on the table. I heard a known voice over me. I looked up and it was my mother. I asked her if I am dead and she told me that I am not but there is something else. I asked her what it is but she was just repeating that I am not dead and that it is something else. I knew that she was lying to me and I started panicking.
I woke up screaming and upset. It was 3:20 in the morning. A few minutes later I fall asleep again.
I was in a backyard of my best friend from the childhood. (Now, today I am his godfather in real life)
It was a night. There was a party on the second-floor balcony in his house. I entered the backyard. At the gate, I saw his dead mother. She gave me a glass of water and I took it in my hands.
Then I saw his dead father talking with other people. ( I knew his parents very well when they were alive )
Then his sister came to me ( she is alive and about my age ) and asked me who gave you this and she took it from my hands. I turned back to look for her mother, but instead of that, I saw an empty plastic chair near the entry gate where her mother was before.
Leaving an empty chair near the entry door is a Muslim custom when somebody dies. I know this because I have a lot of Muslim neighbors and friends.
Then suddenly a lot of people came into the backyard. Some of them were shaking hands with me and some just passed near me without even noticing me.
Then I realized that people who shake hands with me were people that were all dead in real life. All the people were very happy. It was a great party.
Only dead people could see me. Then I realized that maybe I am also dead. I was not sure.
I looked at other people who were not dead and no one could notice me.
I sat down on a chair with a lot of fear and in despair, I put my head on my hands on the table. I heard a known voice over me. I looked up and it was my mother. I asked her if I am dead and she told me that I am not but there is something else. I asked her what it is but she was just repeating that I am not dead and that it is something else. I knew that she was lying to me and I started panicking.
I woke up screaming and upset. It was 3:20 in the morning. A few minutes later I fall asleep again.