Day 4. Describe a real or made-up dream or
nightmare.
I am at the
house where my father grew up. The house is located in a small village which is
almost abandoned after the fall of communism and the only remaining residents are
the gypsies who are slowly taking over the forsaken houses. When I was little
my father told me stories about how that village was a prosperous town before
and how he played games that don’t involve computers with his friends. He was
always half-smiling, half-frowning when he told me these stories.
My father’s
house is a little to the north from the center in the direction of the cemetery.
It is a nice old house on two floors with a kitchen, a big empty living room,
one big hallway and two small bedrooms. It has an inside and an outside
restroom, a workshop attached to the house and something like storehouse. The
garden in front of the house isn’t as big as the neighbor’s gardens but there’s
enough room for a rows of wine vines, a place to grow cabbages, onions,
tomatoes, pumpkins and also a few fruit-trees, including a gigantic pear tree
that has a crown as big as the whole house.
My
nightmare involved my grandfather and my grandmother. I was coming from outside
and was just entering my house, when something wild flashed past me and
attacked my grandparents. I didn’t see anything there just a small shadow
whizzing above their heads. From somewhere I pulled a bath and started swinging
it in air where I thought the animal was. I was still at the door and my
grandparents were one or two meters from me and I was wildly swinging the bat
around them, trying to kill whatever they were screaming about. I didn’t see
anything but a small shadow flashing above their heads and making them scream.
And I kept swinging and swinging, not seeing what and where I hit. When I
finally calmed down a saw my grandfather smiling at me with blood leaking out
of his mouth and saying “You killed him, son, you killed him.” Then I saw
medics taking him out of the house and then I woke up. It was a really creepy nightmare.
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