Strange stories in dreams.
Do you ever dream about the same house or place over and over again?
I don’t mean a sequel, but a horror story, or an everyday story.
There is no connection, but the setting is always there.
It’s usually a house I used to live in, or a friend’s or relative’s house.
But there are places I don’t remember at all, but I often see them in my dreams.
I was talking about this at school, and a friend of mine told me this story.
There was one place my used to dream about.
It was an ordinary house, a little bit western style, two stories high.
I don’t remember when I started seeing it, but by the time I entered junior high school
It just seemed like it was happening again.
I had a very good friend, K.
Our houses were near each other and Our mothers were close, so we went back and forth to each other’s houses and played together every day.
We liked the same cartoons and used the same characters in video games.
Our grades were about the same, and our heights and weights were the same.
In the first year of junior high school, we were playing as usual, and we talked about our dreams.
I said, “I always dream about the same house.”
K, who took the bait, said he sometimes has the same kind of experience.
I wrote down the layout of the house on a piece of notecard and explained it to him.
As we talked more and more, it seemed to me that it was the exact same house.
Curiosity was piqued by this strange coincidence, and we often talked about our mutual dreams.
The house is rather large, and could accommodate a family of four or five.
But neither of us had ever been in the corner room on the first floor.
Because of our delicate junior high school age, we decided to have a race to see who could get into that room first.
That’s when the nightmares began.
I was chased around the house by a murderer with a knife, chased by an unseen ghost, etc.
I couldn’t go near the room in question.
At first, I thought, “Maybe we were brothers in a previous life.”
But then we stopped talking about the dream.
A lot of things were just too similar and it gave me the creeps.
Not that they looked alike, but we had a kind of sympathy that only we could understand.
K felt the same way and chose a different high school.
But we were still good friends and talked on the phone.
We had an unspoken agreement that we would separate when it came time to decide on club activities or career paths.
When I went home for winter vacation, I received a New Year’s card from K.
On the New Year’s card was a picture of her pet dog.
I felt nostalgic thinking that Choco was still alive.
K’s handwriting was written in small letters under the Happy New Year printed on the New Year’s card.
“I’ve been summoned to that room. I’ll go first.”
Those words made my blood run cold.
In the dream I had a few days ago, I had been called to the room, too.
I had been having these dreams in regular cycles, but the atmosphere was different that time.
I was walking through the empty house, I somehow felt that, yes, I could go there now.
Only I couldn’t.
I was about to go when my cell phone rang and woke me up.
A little while after school started, I got a call from my mother.
She said K was missing.
He had disappeared from the apartment where he lived alone.
K’s parents came to ask if he knew anything about it.
Of course, there was no way I could tell them about the dream, so I had no choice but to say I didn’t know.
More than six months have passed since then, and I still can’t find K.
Although we had grown apart, I was depressed and felt very lonely.
He said he was also feeling frustrated that I was ahead of him.
When I heard this story from my friend, I have to admit I was horrified..
I have the house that comes up every time I dream about it as well.
My grandmother had told me not to tell others about what I saw in my dreams.
I had been kind of following her advice until then, but I was convinced that’s what she meant.
