1 Overview

I kept having this dreams. Some were weird ones and some are normal. I enjoyed having these dreams. It is my escape from reality.

I have a poor childhood, my family is poor. We live in this house as an extended family. My mum can't afford to feed us hence we were brought up by our grandmother. I did not feel any happiness then. I have a mother but it felt like I don't have one. She's there but seemed like she is not. I started having these dreams when I was in highschool then it became odd. I felt odd.

Everynight at around 8pm when all the people arounf are sleeping, I can hear noises. Noises like 100 of soldiers marching. I was confused at first on what I'm hearing so I peeked at the small opening of pur window and I can see nobody, no people and no cats in the neighborhood. I thought it was just my imagination, so I let it go. Then I heard it again, peeked again and can't find anybody. I started to feel fear, fear of the unknown. So I closed my eyes, and covered my ears. It won't go away, so I started praying then that's when I fell asleep.

The next day, my life is back to normal as always. After my classes, I went home and sleep as I felt very exhausted, school is stressful. Then this is when my dreams started.

These are dreams that are connected to reality to the point where I got confused with it. These are signs that it may or may not happen in reality. There are dreams that I can remember. Sometimes, I started to alter my dreams, change it to what I would like the ending would be, there are times that I can remember them when I wake up but forget it eventually.

I am noting this down as diary. A record of my dream. My dreams are always anfirst person experience, that means, I am a part of the character of my dreams.