Idk why, but I keep having nightmare after nightmare after nightmare after nightmare…. Today I left work early because I wasn’t feeling well and couldn’t function properly, if at all.
I dreamt I had to close up for work, except the office looked more like a log cabin/summer vacation home with French glass doors and flowing white chiffon curtains. As I stayed behind to lock up, I noticed there was a man outside—a very still silhouette of a some 45 year old with a little scruff and a trucker hat that hid his salt and pepper hair. He had on a dirty, dull blue janitor’s uniform and a backpack full of what looked like vacuum cleaner supplies.
I went out to ask him if he needed help, and he said no, he was just waiting for someone. So I went back to filing papers. By this time the sun was setting, and I could feel a storm coming on by the strong winds and thunder in the sky—the kind that lets you know a hurricane’s coming.
I finally finish, but I have to take some files to a cabin across the street, which strangely enough was deep into the woods. So I cross the street and walk into the woods. But it’s getting darker, and I feel that I’m not quite alone. I walk faster. And faster. And faster. But the road seems so long, and I don’t think I’m getting any closer… But I know it’s the right way. I’m sure it is.
The last I remember is standing outside the building banging on the doors crying out for someone to open up. But at the same time I know it’s no use, because I already knew everyone left.
I wake up.