i have been down this street many times

the first time i walk down it, i think, this is the coolest street ever. all the houses are different, misshapen, asymmetric, different colors. and then i see this pink house. it has crazy angles, and spiral staircase that wraps around the whole house. i think this is the most amazing house i have ever seen. i want this house. i think, "i must show this house to...."

but the pink house is gone. i have searched and searched for it. sometimes i am alone. sometimes i am with friends. i have driven down this street. i have biked down it. i have been down this street in every city. and the pink house is nowhere to be found.

until last night. somehow, i have found the pink house, and im finally in it. i am surrounded by several faceless people, yet i somehow know they are good friends of mine. they are telling me about a woman who may have died in the house, and still haunts it to this day.

i hear different snippets about this woman...you can't sleep on her side of the bed...she's angry...she'll hurt you...she won't let you use the bathroom after 10pm.

i find this odd, but they are serious. the feeling is the room is extremely somber. i look at the clock. it's 9:52. i think i can make it, but they are not sure. i go anyway.

the bathroom door is not typical, it has a big window that looks out into the living room where my friends are. i briefly think about closing the shade, but then realize i don't care if anyone sees me. and i need to hurry up and finish before 10pm.

i sit down and mid pee the shade on the window slams itself down shut. i feel some pressure on my right knee, and yet it feels numb at the same time. i can't move it.

in a few seconds, the feeling goes away.

i rush back out to tell my friends what happened. they say the woman had a bad knee. perhaps i was feeling her pain. i try to shake off what happened and we all decide to go to bed.

i fall asleep.

and then i awake to feel someone rifling in my left pocket. and then, like a photograph, i see flashes of the pocket, flashes of a hand coming toward me, back and forth, the pocket, the hand, the pocket, the hand.

i don't know who it is.

my body is frozen. i can't move. i think to myself, "scream, and someone will hear you. scream, scream, scream..."

i forced my mouth open to scream...


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i thought about just posting what's above, but then i realized i kinda wanted to get people's thoughts, because i am confused/troubled/curious/everything by this.

i have always had crazy dreams. sometimes, i've had dreams and then had something very similar to the dream happen in life. i am in no way saying that i think i can predict the future, or anything like that. i just think that maybe sometimes people can sense things/changes, maybe from changes in the atmosphere, or death, or...anything. for example, i once dreamt that i was at my father's funeral. a few days later, he passed away. now obviously, my dad was very sick, his passing was not a surprise, so maybe it was just simply on my mind, and came out in a dream. but maybe it was the world's way of letting me know it was about to happen, and preparing me for it.

the story i just wrote about above is a dream that i had last night. about a year ago, i dreamt about this street with the weird houses. i remember in the dream when i walked down the street i felt a little off, but i also remember being infatuated with these houses. they weren't your typical cookie cutter house that you see everywhere in the suburbs, they were all different, and crazy looking. i was drawn to this pink house. i remember wanting to badly to show someone this house. it is unclear who i wanted to show. but when we went back to the street i couldn't find the house anywhere. the street itself was winding, and i thought maybe we were just lost, so we gave up looking.

after that first dream, i have seen this street many times in multiple dreams. i am always in a different place, a different city, i am on vacation sometimes, and other times it's a city im living in. sometimes im alone, and sometimes not. i can never find the house, until last night's dream. i don't remember how or why i found the house.

in the dream, i did end up screaming, but i also actually screamed in real life, which is what woke me up. i was extremely scared by this dream, and was afraid to open my eyes or move after waking up. eventually i did, grabbed bella, and waited for the sun to rise.

it's been on my mind all day. i can't shake the feeling that after i've dreamt about this street so many times, i finally found the pink house. what is the point of it? why did i finally find the house? what was i supposed to find in the house? who is this woman? is it all a figment of my imagination, or is there a reason i keep seeing this street, keep looking for this house?

and what did i have in my pocket...?