It was at the end of a long and tiring day that I finally decided to head home and catch some rest. Little did I know that my dreams would be responsible for the nightmare that I experienced that night.
The dream started with me walking through a dark and dismal hallway, the walls of which were lined with dusty old books. As I continued along my path, the hallway seemed to grow even darker. I eventually reached a large iron door, which I opened to reveal a massive chamber with a large table in the center. On the table was a body, and standing around it was a group of people in white lab coats.
I recognized one of them as a pathologist, and he seemed to be in charge of the proceedings. He was speaking in a low, almost sinister tone, as if he were trying to hide something. I couldn’t make out what he was saying, but it seemed to me that he was discussing something to do with the body on the table.
I was about to turn around and leave when one of the other people in the room noticed me and started shouting. Everyone in the chamber turned their attention to me and before I knew it, I was being chased by the entire group. As I ran down the hallway, I could hear them getting closer and closer.
Just when I thought all hope was lost, I woke up in a cold sweat. I lay in bed for hours, unable to fall back asleep out of fear of what might happen if I did. Although I had no idea what had just happened, I knew that it had something to do with the pathologist I had seen in my dream.
From that day on, I was afraid of my own dreams and refused to sleep unless absolutely necessary. Whenever I did manage to doze off, I would wake up within minutes, expecting to see the pathologist standing over me.
To this day, I still fear my own dreams and wonder what secrets they are trying to tell me…