In my hometown, Park City, Utah, things are usually pretty quiet and easygoing due to it being the so called, “Number 1 Ski Town” on Earth by about 15 different ski magazines. Not much happens other than the Sundance Film Festival and ski season. I am telling you this to give you some background and to let you realize that nothing paranormal or odd ever happens here or to any of it’s people.
A few months ago I started sleeping more, this is because I am still a teenager and I am probably still growing. When I say sleeping more I mean a lot more. My daily routine is usually school, eating food then sleeping until the next morning which I would later come to find out is very unhealthy psychologically. This whole sleeping thing seems irrelevant but I will get into it shortly.
A dream is defined as, “A series of thoughts, images, and sensations occurring in a person’s mind during sleep”. The dreams I started having were more defined as an event or an occurrence. What I mean by this is that they started to seem very real and I started to believe that they were real. Some days I would think back to something believing that it was real and not even realize that it was a dream.
Then the dreams got violent. Some nights I would wake up from screams or loud noises echoing through my spine and seemingly, my house. I would always assume that they were just nightmares and go to sleep but they just kept coming back. I started losing sleep and doing whatever I could to get out of having to go to bed. It got to the point where I would even take on extra assignments at school so I could be doing something that would keep me awake.
One particular afternoon, I was sitting at my dining room table doing some physics homework when I heard a knock on the door. I got up and walked over to the door to see who was there, as normal humans do, and no one was at the door. I shut the door assuming that it was just a grade schooler playing a trick. Then I turned from the door to walk back to the table and saw my mom standing in the mud room looking at me with a puzzled face. “Was someone there?” She said.
“No it was just a doorbell ditcher.” I replied
“Well don’t doorbell ditchers usually ring the doorbell or knock?”
“Yeah, they did knock-“
As soon as I finished my sentence I heard my alarm clock go off and I woke up in my bed. I was very confused because I was positive that the conversation I had with my mom was real. As I sat up in my bed I realized that I was dreaming. I couldn’t feel any part of my body and everything felt cold and lifeless as it usually does in a dream. My body laid back down in bed and “fell asleep” once more and once more I heard my alarm clock go off and I woke up in bed, still dreaming.
I cant seem to get out of this loop. I have tried everything. There is only one way I can think of to end this hell.