Dream 4: Password

Entry #0008

Dear Journal,

Good morning, Journal! (Actually, I am having a bad morning.)

I had no idea why I was running fast in a dark forest. My heart kept on palpitating. I felt nervous and afraid of knowing the reason.

There was no one chasing me from behind but my instincts told me not to stop, so I did. The fast steps echoed in the whole place.

"What kind of dream is this now?" I whispered as I gritted my teeth. It was cold. My high school uniform could not fight it. My exposed skin was like freezing, including my face.

I caught a glimpse of light not too far from my front. I ran faster.

I stopped when I finally saw where it was coming from – in a room of a school building. Again, the familiarity rushed in my body as I approached our classroom back in tenth grade.

It was the only room wherein the lights were on and with students in it. The rest had nothing except from emptiness.

The worries vanished. I could not suppress my smile as I watched them played pranks and had happily chats with each other. I missed this.

"Hey!"

I thought no one noticed my presence so, I was surprised when somebody appeared on my right side. My eyeballs wanted to jump out. He was that guy!

He smiled at me like we had known each other before. "Do you want to know my password?" he asked.

My lips formed a thin line because of his weirdness. "Is your password something special?" I asked back at him with a hint of sarcasm.

He waved his phone in front of my face and turned its screen on. "Look for yourself," he said.

Waved to the right, waved to the left, waved to the right, waved to the left . . . I felt dizzy on looking at the screen so I held his hand.

The black text was written on a white surface. The palpitations I had felt earlier came back as what I read sank in me – 'Fear is not allowed.'

- Abby