Mystical Dream Terror (Real Story )
Meet Imagery
In a dim atmosphere, suddenly I was in a room.
My eyes stared one by one at the tools in every corner of the room.
"What is this place, "my mind.
To my left is a lined ancient hearth made of clay, wood-fired.
Three meters to my right, there was a door that was connected somewhere.
Two meters in front of me, I saw a table made of ordinary wood. On top of it is composed of kitchen utensils and dish utensils.
My eyes are still looking for something.
Ahai, there is something strange like that. This room is wood-walled, dirt-floored, and the roof?
I don't know what it's made of, I don't know.
There are no electric lights on the ceiling. But, wait a minute. There are no electric lights, so there is no electricity. But there is an electric fan hanging in the sky of the palfon.
It's weird it doesn't make sense, my mind.
Suddenly the atmosphere seemed gripping during several breaths of time. The wind seemed to stop blowing, the boisterous sound of animals could not be heard again in a matter of seconds.
"Slap, "the breeze blows slowly.
The electric windpipe that hangs in the sky of the palphone suddenly moves stable by itself without any electrical connection. But suddenly the fan came off the hook and then fell scattered on the ground floor.
All the kitchen utensils flew around me. Then it fell around where I was standing. The wind that had disappeared suddenly blew slowly and then stopped blowing in an instant.
Together with the sudden appearance of a cute girl, pale brown, nose-nosed mancung, flat-eyed without expression, on her head was seen wearing a pasmina veil in moss green.
I turned my head, trying to approach the figure of the girl who had just come and slightly disturbed my calm. But the girl just kept quiet. I don't see any expression on his face. His face was always down, his eyes staring at the expanse of land under him.
I tried to get close to him.
But he's getting away. I tried to grab his hand. Spontaneously he pulled his hand to hide behind his body and refused my hand.
" Hey, "I said softly.
" ,,,,,, " there's no answer.
" Who are you? " many more.
" ,,,,,, " no answer.
" can you contact? " tanyaku.
" ,,,,,, "
" Whose name are you, may I be your friend? " my boyfriend again.
" ,,,,,, ? " it's still quiet, but there's started to be a little movement.
I stretched out my hand and tried to convince her. He was silent too.
I slowly rubbed the back of her right hand, as if giving her peace of mind.
" I'm Nita, who are you? " me ask softly.
" ,,,,, " be silent for a moment. Then he answered.
" Image, commonly called shinta "the answer is short and clear.
" you want to be my friend? " my boyfriend again.
He nodded his head in agreement.
We are silent too. Soluble in each other's minds. I don't know what he's thinking, I don't know.
While I was busy thinking about the girl in front of me.
Who he is, where he came from, why he can appear suddenly without any sign, like not a human but the physical nature of a real human. I don't know I'm confused.
His face looks sad.
According to my vision, this girl in front of me was like being estranged and ostracized from her group. A drop of falling water fell on the corner of his eye.
I wanted to ask, but it felt heavy that my lips were moving.
Finally I just kept quiet, she was even quieter.
My breath felt heavy and stuck in my chest.
For a moment my head turned to look for something. But when my head returned to its original position, ehhh, I was very surprised. Because the girl suddenly disappeared without a trace.
I have no intention of looking for him.
Only thousands of questions have not been answered to date, about the figure of the moss-green pasmina girl.
Who and where he came from, and,,,
.....
I opened both my eyes. Slightly squeaking, because of the glare of the room light.
Wait, wait, room? where am I now?
I looked to my left to see where I was.
I breathed a sigh of relief, Alhamdulilah, it turned out that I was in my own room.
Ah, that means it was just a dream.
Dreams like reality.