I Dreamed of Me

It was dark, I had a dream, I dreamed of myself. The other me in the dream is almost like two seals carved out of the same mold as me, exactly the same. I was lying on the bed and he was sitting on the head of the bed. I looked at him and he stared at me. He said to me gloomily: I want to tell you a story. I panicked: Who are you? He still repeated sullenly: I want to tell you a story. I'm scared: Who are you? His face turned gloomier, and I'm sure I've never had this expression myself. He continued to stare at me with gloomy eyes and repeated: I want to tell you a story. I forced myself to calm down and asked sternly: You are just a fantasy in my dream! I don't want to hear any **stories! I even cursed out loud. At the same time, I tried hard to wake up from this nightmare, but! It's useless! Suddenly I was scared. He smiled sinisterly: If you don't listen to my story to the end, you will never wake up. His smile seemed to be magical, and I turned into a lamb to be slaughtered and compromised: Okay, you tell me. He added with disdain: Also, I want you to listen to my stories and then write them down. I had no choice but to agree to him. When I woke up the next day, the story he told was still clearly printed in my mind, but I didn't write it down after all. I believed it was just a nightmare. When I woke up, the sun still rose. Unfortunately, at night, I dreamed of that gloomy me again, and he said to me: You broke your promise! Suddenly, I panicked. I am in this horror story, forgive me, if I don't write them down, the nightmare will come true and I won't wake up.