muse (via lilannie / Jean Kim)
I will never forget these recurring dreams I had when I was about 8 or 9.
In the first one, I was riding a giant bulldog beside my aunt as we took a pleasant walk. The dog suddenly got angry and my aunt tried to save me from him, but he attacked her. We rushed home, leaving the dog, to sit her down. She had a lot of bite wounds.
Then she looked up at me and was holding my hands, and she pressed her thumbs against mine, and her skin and teeth turned yellow. Her teeth individually fell out and I felt so much pressure from her thumbs, and then she was dead.
In the other dream, I was at a restaurant with my family. A busboy threw a plate and it hit my grandpa in the head. The same exact thing happened, he pressed his thumbs against mine, his skin turned yellow, and each of his teeth fell out. Only this time, he had a timer hanging from his neck, and the necklace counted down from 3 before he put pressure against my thumbs.
These nightmares absolutely terrified me. I was 8 years old and had no idea what was going to happen to my family, or who I would dream about next. Thankfully, I didn’t have another dream after this.