first off, i kept seeing that long-haired lady in white at the corner of my right eye. she wouldn't disappear. all the way through, a bunch of guys at the opposite bus stop were singing very loudly to the tune of the birthday song; "happy Thursday to you.... happy Thursday to you..." over and over again.
unlike in the real song, the lines never changed their tune. it was all the same monotone which the first line of the song comes in, except that the pitch got lower with every "happy Thursday to you...." it was really creepy.
the next thing i knew, i was back in my own bed. i was seeing the exact same things which i was looking at before i fell asleep, yet i wasn't sure if i was really awake or not.
that was when my skirt started to rise by the hem, slowly... no matter how many times i smoothed it back down, it would rise back up, whether or not i was lying down. my dream self thought to herself: "there's something down there."
i started feeling a presence on my chest, something pushing down on my lungs from the outside. i was having difficulty breathing, and it felt so real. at this point, the line separating the real and dream worlds were blurry as fuck.
i saw something underneath the blanket, laying on my chest, something very much like a toyol. it was a greenish transparent, and it had a bald head and was extremely heavier than it looked. i couldn't get it off, it either refused to budge or my movements were being controlled by it.
i tried to scream too, but no noise came out. i remember having felt my mouth open but i couldn't make any sound. there was a part of me which wanted so much to scream some prayers but another part of me totally forgot everything.
when i woke up, i was once again seeing everything that i was before. i was either back to my bedroom in the real world, or i was there all along and that it was the creature that had disappeared. it was too hard and confusing to tell.
i couldn't stop saying my prayers when i was officially awake, when i realised i really wasn't in the dream anymore. [idk what's the english word for mengucap".]
i will never forget how i had struggled so badly in silence, as if it was a horror movie in mute. i couldn't move, i couldn't scream, i couldn't wake up. it was a really scary experience.
you know i've always had all kinds of strange dreams, but that was the first time i ever had one where i felt the physical pressure, and where the line separating dream and reality was nearly gone.
i've also mentioned that i had been thinking of sex a lot. that little mischievious thing that went up my skirt and wouldn't get off my chest is a little evidence that the dream is in regards to that.
the lady in white was probably a you know, those things which come back if they died pregnant. i'm too scared to mention the name now, my bad. maybe the little creature also symbolised a foetus. i don't know.
perhaps it is God's way of knocking some sense into me.
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