4 - jun - 2022

I was in the living room at home, but in the middle of it was the bed.
My bedroom (in the back) was exactly like when it belonged to my uncles: the old wooden shutter completely up, and the outside door wide open. (It’s one of those dreams where I have everything open in my room, and it annoys me not having privacy.)
There were people outside (family).

I was under the archway of the living room, and there was a guy (I don’t know who he was), but he kept getting closer to me. I kept moving from one spot to another, walking past him on purpose.
I was angry that he wasn’t touching me.

When he finally does, I see in the distance (through the window of my room, which was visible), that something comes out of my aunt’s house. It was tall (about 2 meters), skeletal, just skin, with no face, nothing (similar to "Bichi").

It was heading quickly in my direction.
The guy was no longer there.
I hide behind the curtain.
The "thing" approaches quickly, walking tilted to the side, as if its head was too heavy. It leans in, whispers something I can’t understand, and then I don’t see it anymore.

I don’t remember anything else.

16 - may - 2021

I was in a weird apartment. I was running away from something, not sure if it was "things" or people, but I always left behind a baby doll.
"It’s going to get mad," I thought.
"Nah, it’s just a doll," I also thought.

At one point, I was washing that baby doll in the kitchen sink, and it stabbed me with something like a screwdriver on the side of my neck.
I was calm, but I was starting to have trouble breathing. My eyes filled with blood. Everything was blurry.
I tried to grab a small nail scissors to stab the baby doll, but I couldn’t find it.

I woke up, lying on my back, with the part of my neck that had been stabbed by the baby completely numb.

05 - 03 - 2017

Before waking up around 6 a.m. on March 5th:
I was with Marito at home, in the backyard at night. We looked up at the sky and saw UFOs, and out of them came the Martians from Burton. We went inside. Only the kitchen light and my bedroom were on. My dad was sleeping with the TV on, and my mom was in Córdoba.
From the dining room came a Martian—I don’t remember how it died—and another one had taken the form of Sandy, my dog who feels like a sister.

I grabbed Sandy and brought her to my room so nothing would happen to her. Calmly, I went to tell my dad, “Dad, the Martians are here,” and he, half-asleep, just said, “Okay…” I told him I’d close the door and that she shouldn’t leave under any circumstances.

The Martian-Sandy kept hopping on and off the bed, pretending to be the real Sandy. I took it out. In the kitchen, I grabbed the usual serrated knife and stabbed the Martian-Sandy, then sawed at its neck until it came apart—I decapitated it. It didn’t resist.
I was terrified it might be the real Sandy. When I looked back at my room, my real Sandy was still on the bed. I calmed down a little, but seeing myself decapitate my dog was horrifying.
I gathered the pieces into a bag. A dark figure told me to go wash my hands, and it followed me.
I headed to the bathroom because I also had to pee, worried about my mom being in Córdoba and hoping everything was okay. I woke up needing to pee.

29 - 07 - 2013

I don’t remember why I had returned after running away from that place for so long. I don’t remember what I had done before passing through that door. I don’t know why I felt so good; I knew nothing. I only knew I was there again, walking down the hallway, passing classroom after classroom, until I reached the penultimate one—the classroom I should have been in months ago, the one I had abandoned. I was late, an hour or an hour and a half. Everything was so quiet, and that was strange. When I arrived, I observed each person I had shared all these years with.

Everything happened very quickly after I found myself inside those four faded, scribbled-on walls. It was as if something had possessed me, taking total control over me. Confusing, fast memories that weren’t easy to interpret, of things that happened in—I don’t know how much time—but at the same time, I knew it hadn’t been long. Yet, seeing the new decoration of that classroom brought me the biggest smile, the most genuine and happy smile I had ever had. Was there anything more beautiful than seeing all those people collapsed on the floor in puddles of blood? Only I remained, with a knife I had brought without even realizing I had it, and what was left of my former classmates. Was there anything better? In that moment, that’s what I felt: happiness, relief… I had lifted a huge weight off my shoulders, I didn’t need anything else. I walked, smiling, enjoying that moment, feeling things I shouldn’t—but without feeling even a bit of guilt. I didn’t control myself, but I was fulfilling the most hidden desire I had, a desire I had once thought about but dismissed as nonsense, or a mere absurd dream, something totally impossible.

Nothing was left. There was no reason to stay there. I had slipped into the bathroom, hiding in the last stall. I don’t know why, but I felt everything had been planned. I felt fully myself, but at the same time, I felt I wasn’t the one controlling my actions—I could only watch how far this force manipulating me would go. I eliminated something that had haunted my entire life. By this point, I had already begun the final part of everything; all that remained was to wait, only that—waiting to stop breathing to be completely happy.