My phone rang. I woke up sweating. I picked up the call.
"What time you'll coming back to your apartment?", my house mate asked.
"A while more", I answered.
"Okay, see you later then!"
I was glad it was the phone call that woken me. I had a bad dream. It was real twisted. The blurry memories really had me trembling.
I was in a classroom. There was a crowd outside, mumbling about something. It was a dead body dismembered beside the drain. It was a girl in her white wedding gown. Her limbs were separated from her torso. There wasn't much blood on the floor. I remembered her blue eyes were wide opened, staring at me.
Then I took a glance towards the mumbling crowd. All of them were faceless, having long blonde hair like clothes dummies. In that interval of time, I turned back at the corpse. It went missing.
That was when my phone rang. And I'm glad it did. The dream seems like a message. A message to be figured out.
End.
