I used to dream a lot as a child.

not dream as in cook up stories in my head and reimagine my life. I do that. a lot. but those aren't the dreams I'm talking about. I'm talking about those that happen while you're sleeping and not necessarily aware of what that is happening.

my dreams had stories. had continuity. which was always odd to me and a little annoying given the dreams that I used to have. and there were four big ones that I always remember.

one was me always getting dropped off somewhere and then me trying to find my way through a haunted house where I had to climb through tunnels and jump down from high places, both things that I absolutely hated and feared. I remember the cold sweat as I tried to get to my final destination before the ghosts would get to me. And every time the ghost got to me, I would wake up and mentally kick myself, knowing that I would have the dream again. And each time I had the dream, I would try a new route, always remembering what I did the last time. When I finally reached the last place I had to be and escaped the place, I woke up feeling ridiculously victorious. and I never had the dream again.

the second was me in the olden days, trying to make it through a single night to get away from the monsters that rose from the ground. it was a mad few months of constantly dying in my dream and then in the next dream, working out a new plan to survive. the very first time I saw the beams of light shine into my hiding place to signal that I had made it, I woke up feeling glorious again, knowing very well that I would never have to deal with the dream again.

the third one was a little more sobering. it would start with a gray stormy day as the family would head out for a vacation. and the entire trip would be beautifully scary, of tall cliffs, jagged rocks in the sea, lightning scattered skies and just the feel of gloom. but yet, I was always with a friend from the dream. and I actually looked forward to the dream. however, there was that one time I fought with that dream friend and therein revealed doubt, confusion, and betrayal of emotions from both sides due to differing expectations. the dream eventually ended in a gorgeous cave pool and clear blue skies with gentle wind. I woke up and cried, knowing that I would never dream that dream again. and it was really the last time I saw that dream friend.

then these serial dreams stopped. they stopped linked and all it started stuttering, the dreams never having anything to do with another. It also coincided with a darker time of my life. for 4-5 years, each dream was disjointed. then the last and final one.

this was weirder and probably due to a strange phase in my life. it was literally about my dream boyfriend. like boyfriend in my dream. and it was the same guy over and over again. I would wake and never remember how he looked like or sounded like but whenever I entered the dream, I would recognise him and the dream would start. after a few months, when I had the serial dream again, it started out ominous. and it ended with me crying my eyes at a funeral. I remember waking up and crying over someone I never knew or met for real.

and that was it.

the serial dreams stopped.


I never figured out why those moments happen and why they stopped even though I think about them from time to time. they still make for interesting conversation at times when it's apt to bring them up. if anyone reading this can somehow make sense of why serial dreams even happen, do let me know so I can close this weird chapter somehow. lols.