I was a naughty girl of maybe twelve of thirteen years, who teased everyone and made all kinds of pranks at the expense of others. I lived in a small village surrounded by woods.
There was a blond boy in the village who I knew was in love with me. I thought he was kind of interesting, too, but mostly in the sense that it was so much fun to play with his feelings. For instance, I would pretend I liked this other boy in the village (who, according to this dream, was none other than poor Aeron
in his younger years), and stand with him in the schoolyard, kissing and hugging, while looking over to the blond boy who loved me every once in a while.
One night, I decided to dress in a white bed sheet and pretend to be a ghost, scaring people who happened to still be on the roads at this late hour. I passed by the house of my blond lover, and considered throwing stones at his window and then scaring him. But then, I spotted a woman walking on the path leading into the forest, and decided to try scaring her, instead.
I snuck up behind her, and then shouted loudly "BOOOOO!" while waving my bed sheet. But when she turned around, I could see it in her eyes that she was a crazy woman.
She had a long, sharp knife in her hand. I tried to run away, but she had already grabbed me, and she stabbed the knife deep into me so many times that I couldn't count them, and then I was already dead.
Then, I had another dream.
I was one of the pupils at a very large Russian boarding school. The building that housed the school was ancient, dark and decayed. Girls and boys, of course, went to separate classes and lived in separate wings.
My class had just come out from the swimming hall. Two friends of mine were heading to the toilet, and I joined them. The toilet in the main wing of the school was enormous like a waiting hall at a train station. Indeed, there were wooden benches in long rows, where you could sit down while waiting for a booth to become vacant. All of the booths were by all means not occupied, but in many of them the toilet bowl was stuck with loads of toilet paper and dirty water was running out of it. Yet others were completely soiled with shit, piss and menstrual blood. And when I tried to open another booth, the door wouldn't open completely, although there was no one inside. I could just glimpse that heaps of green tarpaulin and undefinable, smeary chequered blankets were packed on the floor around the toilet bowl, preventing the door from being opened.
Since all toilet booths that could be used appeared to be taken, we sat down on one of the benches and waited. In the other half of the hall, we could see the boys' toilet, and watched giggling as the boys were playing in there and running after each other, while a teacher tried to make them stop. Then, I noticed some teachers and police men that were doing something in the section of benches between the girls' and the boys' toilets. I couldn't see properly, but they were bending down and trying to lift up something.
More teachers and policemen came to the scene, and slowly they were able to get a grip in the thing and heave it up from the floor between the benches. And the higher they lifted the thing, the more obvious it became to me that it was the dead body of a very big man, who was completely torn to shreds by stabbing wounds, from which the blood trickled out as they lifted him.
I froze in shock, and couldn't help but keep staring at the monstrous scene of the mutilated corpse covered with blood. By and by, other pupils started to notice it, and when they started to scream in terror and knock each other over trying to run out of the toilet hall as quickly as possible, I was finally able to break my haze, and I ran out with the others, away from that thing, but I could not get its sight out of my eyes.