This happened last night...
I had in this dream, Rheza, a girl that I like very much... she has pearl whit skin, long black hair until almost her waist and had like sort of a chinese look that I really love...
The nightmare didn't really happen like a nightmare... but the vivid images and things are what scared me... It was a delayed reaction... My reaction while in this state was apathy.
So, this happened in a wicked set area... our classroom. It was painted beige or somewhere near that color, the windows this time painted gray, so your vision of outside would be zero. Our tables had numbers and our section on the sides, and it had blue plastic on top. I mean it is glued on the table wood.
The story was she just got married... no, that is not the nightmare. Anyway, She got married, and honeymoon follows next and sex inevitably follows. The honeymoon area is that specific classroom. So they were there. They started to kiss passionately, etc. Then, the weirdest thing happened. The husband started to go mad. He started to slap innocent Rheza with his large hands. Rheza tried to defend herself, but he was just all too powerful... next, he got out his blade or something. Then, he sliced her neck open- her small and pretty, pretty neck, now cut in the front, and the pearl white, was stained with her own blood.
She struggled, trying to hold onto something. But, the man made it harder- he kept on stabbing her. She literally was bathing with her own blood... she was crying, crying for help with her last breath... and thank God He took her...
The story spread like wildfire. It was heard throughout that someone got murdered in our school campus, brutally and heinously...
Then, we were about to hold our retreat. The location, our classroom. We were al concerned and paranoid, that it might be haunted or something... and something strange happened to me... I was frightened, traumatized to even enter the room with all of my classmates- given that I didn't know how it really happened. We entered, I entered.
I still could feel, something awkward. I felt she was there, watching over us, a good soul, not there to haunt us, just there to enjoy... maybe catching up on what she missed while she lived... Another odd thing... there was this very very very thin smell of death that blanketed over us... the thing you can smell and even if it is not killing you you find it irritating...
Then after, it came back, the flashbacks of what just transpired during her murder... I woke up.
I didn't remember a thing until I heard this song, "Put It On Me" by Ja Rule o something. I heard the song and remembered whom I made my inspiration, she sprang to mind, the dream, nightmare remembered. It scared the hell out of me... Good thing I was composed.
Now, I think she is still alive, Jesus, damn me is she weren't. And now I am scared of her... and what it will mean to me, and to her, and to anything else related to my future...
Please help me with this.. I do not know what to think... this was the first ever specific dream that someone I cared about died. Nothing more bloody, more painful and vivid than this...
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My love for her is beyond words... beyond time... you know this