#honestly I'd love to have an entire wall of bookshelves

[sharaheartsixx]

The Library Dream

Since it's Halloween, I thought I'd share what I'd like to call my personal 'Horror Story' experience.

I've dubbed it...

The Library Dream

So... For about... 6/7 years or so I had this reoccurring dream. Honestly I would love to hear/read what people think it means because it was always the same thing. It kinda freaked me out and to this day I have no idea.

In this dream, I would always wake up in this.. warehouse like place. It would always be late evening/early night. Like between 11 to 2am. The shelves were tall like skyscrapers and were disgustingly long. At the ends of the isles, you'd look down both sides and see the shelves continue on for miles into darkness. These shelves were filled with large books. Old, hardback, thick like dictionaries and encyclopaedias. Not entirely sure what was in them though. But they looked like they'd been there for years.

I would walk down an Isle, turn into another, surrounded by an eerie silence apart from my own slow, slightly echoey footsteps as if I were wearing heels. It was.... Disturbingly empty and dimly lit from small ceiling lamps with dulling, flashing bulbs.

While looking at the books, my hand reaching out to touch the withered fabric, a hand would always grab my shoulder, cold, long and boney. I'd turn around and a tall figure with a dark hood would stand there, stare at me, then ask "Can I help you?".

Then I'd wake up. It was weird and creepy the first time I had this dream. But as said before, the fact that I kept having the same dream for over half a decade was... Strange.

The last instance of this dream, it was.... roughly half a year to just over a year since the last one. I wake up, same "library". I'm now at what looks like a 'corner' of this place. There are thin, rectangular windows near the 'ceiling', no way of actually seeing the outside but the light coming in appeared to be dawn.

The row of books curved at the corner, but the ones in the middle ended like normal bookshelves (abet ridiculously tall bookshelves).

There's an opening, with shallow steps that lead to more bookshelves at waist height that spiral in a circle. The figure from before, there were more of them, fully cloaked in dark, black to charcoal grey veil fabric. They were sitting in like groups of two or three on the bookshelves, steps and the walls. I'm now holding a large black book and I put it on the circular shelf in front of a figure who looks up and stares at me.

And thats it. I never had a dream about this 'Library' again. Weird, strange. Yet... fascinating.

But anyways there we go. This is a real story and not like a Creepypasta despite me loving those, I'm really interested in finding out what these dreams meant.

#short story #dream story #dream meanings #horror story