I have come back to life because of hell

Because I fell in the dream, I woke up. I was in tears, unable to stop them. The feeling of having escaped, the relief of it being just a dream, and the realization that this madness was merely a creation of my imagination. I cried until I felt like exploding for several hours. My entire body ached as if I had been beaten for hours on end.

It took me quite some time to recover from this horror. For several consecutive days, I didn’t step outside and feared falling asleep, worried that it might happen again – what if I got abducted and forced to draw something? My life would be in danger, and this time I might not get out. What if that lunatic grabbed me again, and this time, she would torment me since I had escaped without finishing her exquisite painting? I couldn’t draw the way I used to anymore, and artists had become the most terrifying people in the world to me.

Though I managed to escape that terrifying ordeal, a part of me remains trapped in that dreadful place.

Recalling the ominous door I willingly entered on that fateful day sends shivers down my spine. I dread the thought of that door reopening, revealing either my haunted self beside the accursed painting or my lifeless body drenched in its own blood. That location represents my personal nightmare, a memory I yearn to erase and never revisit. The prospect of returning there or even pondering it fills me with fear. To forge ahead, I must concentrate on the present, steering clear of the darkness this door symbolizes. My task is to find a way to move forward and forever banish the haunting specter of that place.

Following that dream, I came to understand that people can be quite frightening beings. Despite their pleasant exteriors, they often harbor internal ugliness, deformities, and even fearsome traits. Trusting others becomes difficult, as I learned to confront the challenges that lay ahead.

Interestingly, since the day of that dream, I carried its impact into my everyday life. The stress and realism of it lingered, creating an intense feeling of impending doom. It served as a powerful catalyst for positive change, prompting me to enhance my life. Though I derived certain conclusions from the dream, they’ve now become guiding principles in my reality. Perhaps unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, not everyone experiences a turning point that drastically improves their life. However, even after reading this book, who knows what might transpire in your own life.

How do you think you would interpret such a dream? Would you be afraid to stay buried in your dream? Or is it all just a side effect of your daily life? Think, perhaps it is dreams that are trying to help you get out of the predicament and protracted situation in life.