Voices

I had a very difficult time sleeping last night. It seemed I could not gain comfort and continued to wake off and on. Therefore, my dreams are unkempt but still very vivid. I remember being out on the ocean. The water is dark, but not noticeably cold. There are others with me, at the time I knew them, but I cannot register them in my memory. We are out on the ocean, no shoreline in sight, and the waves are getting bigger and bigger. We are trying to push through the waves, so they do not engulf us. We are afraid of drowning. The waves get bigger and bigger, and we are being swallowed in them. However, through each way, we gain better leverage, are able to right ourselves faster. The waves are monstrous, but we are able to traverse them because we now know how. -- My sister, my cousin, and I are in what appears to be a tree house. Its drizzling out, and cold. The sky is overcast and its evening. My sister's clothing has been strewn all over the gravel below the treehouse. Next to us is a house; my parents home. My cousin, sister, and I are confused as to why her clothes are thrown around. It is dark and we are aware of a presence. We are frightened. I grab a flashlight that flickers on and off; it is not a steady stream of light. I tell them I will go inside; find my mother. I open the back door and the house is dark. It is drafty inside as the house is not well insulated. The walls are dark wood and the home is dreary. I hold the flashlight out, more as a weapon than an intended light source. I continue to creep through the house. I see light coming from under the door in a closet. I hear voices. It is warm here. I open the door and find my mother inside, the room steamy and pleasant. However, I look back and see a deformed, dark skinned figure, his teeth glaringly bright as he smiles a devilish smile at me. He is evil, and I know it. I recoil in horror, but my mother says that she is giving him a bath and that I musn't scare him. I know when she let us him go, he will come to try to hurt me. I flee and run back to the tree house, explaining what I saw. I begin to pack my things. I pick out a dress that is grey and black, and plan to pair it with leggings. I am throwing my clothes around, looking for leggings. Then I wake up.