I had this dream last night that I was maybe 12 or 13, and I wasn’t myself. I was dreaming that I was someone else with a brother 2 years older than me..
I’ll refer to that person as myself, and that brother as “my brother”.
Well, my brother had a friend that was singing on a karaoke machine or something. Then afterwards, that same night, he disappeared.
I remember I felt the need that I search for him.
Some people along the way said he probably isn’t in this dimension.
I remember two pairs of hands drawing out a picture for me demonstrating what they were telling me. They had said: “There are two kinds of dreams. There are dreams where you enter another dimension completely different, and yet the same, as ours. Then, there are dreams where you dream what is really happening to someone else.”
I had taken this into my knowledge and was searching for him..
When soime random person had told me, “You have to be on the same level as him.”
I had no clue what this meant.. but suddenly I was pushed off a cliff and was falling. I hit a rock or branch that held me up for a few seconds.. and I started seeing everything my brother’s friend was seeing. (I don’t remember what I saw.)_
I started falling again, but I don’t remember if I injured myself or not when I hit the bottom. It was all unclear.
When I had seen everything the boy was seeing.. I had recognized the place.
I remember going to that place. Just an empty house, I guess.
I remember seeing flashes of what he was seeing, then finding out where exactly he was. He was in a corner, being tortured by someone in another dimension. I bent down, noticing that the farther I crouched down the more clear the images and thoughts were.
I ended up huddled, alone, in the corner.
Then..everything changed.
I could see what he could see as if I was him.
He/I was being abused and stricken with something.. and he/I somehow managed to break free.
I remember then waking up, and finding him waiting for me in the doorway of my room. I remember walking up to him, and he had somehow grown from being gone for a year and a half.. and I now had to look up to him.
He had said, as simply and monotone as one can manage: “I don’t know what happened to me, where I was. I just don’t remember. But, I feel the need to thank you.”
Then I woke up.
