Well, I've had a recurring nightmare. This dream returns to me about twice a month generally, though it's becoming increasingly more frequent.
It starts with me and my friend (who wouldn't want his name know even online) in school, climbing the equipment in the gym when the teacher isn't looking (something we do quite often now). I can remember jumping into a rolled up floor mat when suddenly we hear sirens. Warning sirens, not police or firefighters. Me and my friend exchange glances, and I can see he's just as confused as I am. We can see the teacher's look of absolute terror. She quickly begins evacuating the students, leading them outside and into the parking lot, while a voice over the intercom is telling everyone to "Remain calm." We don't know what's going on, but it can't be good. My friend, who was separated from me during the evacuation, is running toward me from a different exit. He yells something, but I can never understand him. I'm about to call back, but am interrupted by a flash of light behind my friend. Everything seems to move in slow motion. I realize what the flash is, but knowing what it is just isn't enough to stop it. The shockwave speeds out in front of the blast, leveling all that stands in its way. As I reach out to my friend, we are enveloped in the expanding wall of fire. For reasons unknown, I am not killed by the explosion. When the fire itself has subsided, with the smoke and mushroom cloud over my head following gradually, I am left unmarked. I survey the destruction, unable to move or speak. Nothing remains. A man dressed in black can be seen leaning on a cane at the epicenter of the blast. He looks up, and I find myself staring into my own face. The other me is identical in every way, but his eyes are entirely black. He grins, an image that has burned itself into my mind, and speaks in a voice that seems to come from all directions, "It won't be long now." His look changes from one of sick satisfaction to one of pure hatred, and he suddenly seems much closer. He jumps at me, and I wake up panting and sweating.
I'm sorry, I'm not to good when it comes to describing anything, let alone my own dreams.
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