I had a dream I was sleeping in this weird tunnel that was an underpass of some kind. It was in the middle of the night and it looked like there was a moon out. The tunnel was pretty long, but I could see the end/exit clearly and I saw this sack thing there.
There was someone else in the tunnel with me who was my "friend" (although his face kept changing) he was halfway down the tunnel. I called him over (I was near the enterance) and told him there was a dead body at the other end of the tunnel, so he was like "I'll go look." and I was like "NO! Stay here..." since I felt scared.
Then someone came into the tunnel from the other end, so we pretended we were sleeping... they just kept walking by. I had this errie feeling that there were upset and tortured spirits in the tunnel. But I couldn't move to leave as much as I wanted to... 3 other people walked by, and I kept pretending I was asleep (but with my eye cracked open to watch them)
Then this guy with a little black puppy dog comes in. The dog sniffs me and I think "please don't notice me, please!" the guy ignored me and keep walking. Suddenly he stops, turns to the wall and there is a large hole there now, and someone is in it talking to him.
This just really scares me, was that person there in that hole the whole time?! Then I "wake up"... But...
I'm still in a dream!!! But now I'm in my fiances car, and my friend is in the back. I feel relieved, I wasn't really in that tunnel. Then I turn around and there is the entrance to the tunnel not far from the car!!! We were parked outside it!!! I felt horrifed. I felt like my soul and my friends soul had been in that tunnel with all the tortured spirits of the murdered. I woke up my fiance (who was sleeping in the drivers seat) and asked him if we could please leave. It was 3:48AM I remember clearly seeing on the clock. But he kept saying he was to tired, I started to get frantic I wanted away from that tunnel...
Then I woke up for real, and it was morning and my real fiance was leaving for work. I told him I was scared and he stayed with me a bit and rubbed my back. Then put me back to sleep... but on the couch, because I didn't want to sleep in the bedroom because I was so afraid of having that dream again. I know I was silly, and maybe it doesn't seem that scary... but being in the dream sure was... I hate dreams like that.
I always wonder if dreams are metaphors to life, it really seems like it.
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