A Strange Dream

I didn't write here all this time, because after a month passed since my friend's death, all of the strange happenings suddenly stopped. I even visited a shrink and started taking some medications to calm myself down during that time. Since everything stopped, I thought it was just my imagination and all of the events from my previous stories could be explained if I thought about it harder. Everything returned to normal pretty quickly, and thought I still miss him a lot to this day; I have accepted the fact that he is gone. I returned the glasses to one of his relatives; I just couldn't keep them with me anymore, just looking at them made my cry every time I touched them.

I've recently had a very realistic dream, it was so real I could feel everything as if I was awake, I could even smell the flowers and fresh spring air in a park. I felt very happy and excited for some reason. The park was full of people; the traffic was heard a bit far away from the park, everything seemed quite normal.

I was sitting on a bench, looking around, trying to figure out where I was, I've never seen such a place in my life and suddenly I felt scared that I was lost, in some unknown town. I got up and tried talking to people, but they just ignored me, as if they couldn't see me, I got out of the park and went down the street, things looked pretty normal there too, until I noticed a thin blood trail on the side walk. I felt cold shivers through my body as I followed it, soon noticing an old woman in a long, retro styled green puffy dress, standing on a side walk, her back turned towards me, the blood was clearly dripping from her.

I got really scared and didn't dare to get any closer, in fact, I wanted to cross the street and get the hell away from there. But the traffic was really heavy, cars were moving way too fast and I couldn't cross the street. At that moment, I noticed with the corner of my eye that the woman had disappeared.

I was still very scared, but also relieved that she was gone, so I went back into that direction.

I saw a small diner in front of me, and noticed my friend who passed away, sitting in there. So I ran up to the building without hesitation, my heart racing like it was about to burst.

I opened a surprisingly heavy glass door and a horrible sight was in front of me. That old woman I saw earlier on the side walk, she was standing right in front of me. I think I'll never forget the terrible scene. I still tremble every time I remember her face.

Her front hair had completely fallen off, only few strands of long white hair partly in blood were hanging on her forehead. Her lower jaw was ripped off completely, the tongue hanging loose in her mouth, her upper lips and nose were missing as well, and her eyes were completely dead, staring upwards. The stench was making it even worse; she didn't smell like she was rotting, it was something different, like a really badly smelling, huge perfume bottle broken in front of me.

I felt like I was going to faint, I was so scared that I couldn't move or say anything, trembling violently with my whole body.

Suddenly I heard a female voice, she sounded very sweet and calm, and her voice echoed rather strangely, I was freaked out even more when I realized that it was this woman, who was speaking to me.

She said "What are you doing? You're not supposed to be here."

I was still so shocked, that I couldn't say anything; I tried to look away, so I wouldn't have to look at her anymore.

She repeated the same thing, sounding more demanding "answer me!" she added, her eyes now staring at me angrily.

I finally managed to move, still trying not to look at her. "I'm sorry, I got lost. And then I saw my friend here." I said quietly, backing away from her.

She was silent for a moment, but then sighed as if I was annoying her. "Alright, just be quick, or I'll kick you out" she said and walked up to the bar, serving something for an absolutely normal looking man, who was chatting with her about something I couldn't hear.

I thought I could just run away, but I really wanted to see my friend, and didn't want to miss this chance.

The diner looked quite normal as well; people were eating, chatting with each other, the usual.

I ran up to my friend's table and sat down in front of him, smiling in relief that he looked like his normal self as well, the only thing that bothered me was that the stench got really bad. I didn't even know what to say to him, and he looked at me as if he wasn't happy to see me at all, and then he asked me the same thing the old woman had asked. "What are you doing here?" he said quietly, his voice sounded the same way as the woman's. I said that I didn't know what was going on and told him about my trip from the park. He looked at me thoughtfully and then gave me a smile. "I'm really glad to see you, but you've got to go, I'm alright, but Irina sure loves to boss me around." He laughed, and pointed to the direction of the woman. (Irina is a common name for a place where I am from) but he suddenly turned serious again. He looked really bothered about something, shifting uncomfortably and looking around, like some people do when they are very nervous. At that point, the stench got unbearable, and I felt like I was going to faint again, the woman walked up to our table and put her hand on my shoulder. As I started to cough badly because of the stench, passing out. The last thing I remember from the dream is that I felt hot, really hot, as if I was burning, I could almost feel my skin burning as I woke up and jumped off the bed, still freaking out because of my dream.

Dad walked into the room and said that he was worried that I got sick, because I usually never sleep for so long, but he didn't want to wake me up.

I thought he wouldn't take it seriously, but I still told him about my dream, he listened to me and said that it's all because I still can't cope with my friend's death after all this time. He may be right, but I am not so sure. Something in that dream felt different. I've had tons of realistic dreams, but none like that one. And all those things that happened during the first month, I doubt I imagined all of it. I went to visit a shrink, and he said I was fine, just slight hints of depression. He was actually surprised I coped with everything so well, for the time being.

I don't know what to make of that dream. The thing that bothers me the most is that stench. I've never smelled anything like it, and I actually doubt anything in our world can make such a strange smell. I related the smell to a really bad perfume, because it smelled rather unnatural, like some unknown chemicals.

Don't know what to think anymore, hope someone can give me any advice.