It was most probably 3:00 Am, and they calls it “the devil’s hour” for a reason, when I got to sleep after
kicking the butt of my last cigarette that ever had that day, November 14th if I remember correctly, in the last year.
After that I went to sleep, and what happened next shook me to the core. A nightmare? I do not know. Let me tell you what I saw. It was a cold frosty night, when a hooded figure stalks me near some woods, until it gets close and tries to attack me with a scythe.
I run, run until tiered and fall to my knees, and then, the hooded figure comes closing in. I ask him, “What do you want?” only to see him removing his hood and revealing his face, and last thing I know I was meeting my own self, telling me that he wanted to have my soul, to be taken to the dark side once again.
I fight it, fight it off with my last breath, and attack it with his own weapon, but his wounds heal, until a voice tells me, “Use the light”. I run again, allowing him to chase me until it was dawn, and the evil being is destroyed.
And then I wake up, yelling “Die!!!!”, only for my mother to ask me, “What’s wrong with you?”
But till this day, I don’t know what I saw or why I saw it? Since then, I haven’t been much same.
It happens,nightmares and strange dreams do appear after we sleep and it's because of the imagination that our subconscious mind plays for us before we sleep.