It was dark. I never feared the dark, it always felt like a friend. In times where everyone isn’t around, when darkness succumbs, I felt safe and not even lonely. But this type of darkness, this haunts me.
The setting for this dream was different then the usual ones. The usual dreams were of my parents, but for this one. I was in a place I have never been, not that I know of, but it felt… familiar. In a way where I feel like I’ve been here but I have no memory of it.
I was in a large mansion, it looked old. Something built years ago, the furniture was old and yet they look new. Maybe because it was in an old style that went extinct in my generation. It looked very similar with the royal palace.
I was wearing the same clothes I wore this morning. I panicked and rushed to my legs, touchi
