"Where am I?... What is this? (confused) ... I can't move... Why is it so dark?"
I tried everything—I tried to shout, move my head even though I couldn't, blink my eyes, and look around using them—but it all failed.
Three hours later, I started to hear a faint voice saying, "Your life is doomed." The voice grew stronger every second until all I could hear was a chaotic mix of random voices that all says your life is doomed.
"Stoppppp... Who are you!?... Why am I here!?"
I tried to shout, hoping the voices would stop. I screamed and screamed for hours, and then suddenly—I woke up.
When I woke up, I found my room messy. Clothes were scattered on the floor, and my wall was covered in long scratches, as if some monster had tried to skin it. I found myself drenched in sweat—my bed soaked from it.
"It was all a dream... Why do I feel like I've been running? Why am I catching my breath?" (I asked myself).
I got up and went downstairs to wash myself, but something was missing. I tried to remember what it was, but then I gave up and headed to the bathroom.