I dreamt of people that aren’t in my life anymore.

In my dream, we were all together. Familiar faces that I couldn’t give a name to. I gave you all a lecture, and my prize was approval. One of them, a guy, began to show interest on me, he wanted to fuck me, is what I’m trying to say.

There’s a strange feeling in that person. I knew he was someone I used to know, but he also felt like [[]]. Strange how, in my dream, I was too scared to sleep with a guy, but found it so easy to be with a girl. Why is that?

She disappeared as I tried to undress her, I was left alone sitting in a public bathroom.

I heard something breathing.

A single hand, with two, deformed fingers, showed below one of the bathroom’s doors. I knew, I knew I didn’t want to see what was behind the door. I was conscious of being asleep, and I tried to wake up, swimming up.

The door opened anyway. Of course it did.

A Something. It squeaked, wrapped in a dirty blanket, I couldn’t see what it was, but I knew I wasn’t supposed to. Just a bit of dried, wrinkled, red skin showed.

I woke up before I could fully see it.