This is a dream I had a few days ago. Enough reason for me to think I am schizophrenic.
I was touched by his invitation. He was a lonely man and he craved for some company. Yes, He was a little weird. Many people thought He was scary but I just perceived Him as different. A friendly smile or some times a little chat filled with awkward conversation would be a part of our daily routine. I think I was his only friend at the office and when He invited for dinner, I couldn't refuse, more out of pity than eagerness.
I was a wearing a blue dress and carried a bottle of wine to his house. I rang the bell and the door opened when a white puppy came out from nowhere and started taking extraordinarily huge leaps and jumped on me. The bottle fell from my hands and the wine spilled all over the floor. Suddenly, a girl of maybe 13 appeared and started cleaning the floor. Soon, He arrived and the dog and the girl were nowhere in sight. He gave me an awkward hug and invited me inside.
His house was tiny and the paint from the walls was peeling off. He kept many books and a desktop computer but there was no other means of communication or entertainment in sight. His dining area was small and congested and suddenly, it made me sick. I managed a faint smile but something in my mind was telling me everything was not right.
He had gone to heat the food while I looked around his apartment. There was a lot of geeky stuff and CDs of bands I had never heard of. The furniture was old and dusty and the house was as if the windows had never been opened. The air was heavy and the atmosphere damp. I asked Him where the bathroom was and excused myself. I entered another corridor and as I was reaching the bathroom, the puppy reappeared and started running towards me barking loudly. The puppy was an off white color and at other times I would have considered him adorable but suddenly, I was scared. I started running towards the room. The puppy grabbed the end of my dress and I shook my leg hard to get it off. It flew and hit the wall. I thought I had killed it when all of a sudden, it started attacking me again. I got into the room and shut the door. The puppy kept scratching the door and howling. I stayed inside till everything was quiet. After some time, there was a knock on the door. I opened the door. He stood there with a confused look on his face. "What took you so long?" He asked. "I was just waiting for your dog to calm down so that I could get back to the table" I replied, not able to gauge his feelings as he was both amused and confused. "I do not have a dog" He said with a smile.
We were seated at the dining table. He had prepared a decent meal and served me some wine. I was still shaken up from the whole incident. I felt nauseous and uncomfortable. I just wanted to get out of that place. Then I suddenly realised that my dress was torn by the dog. I looked down and saw my dress was perfectly alright but there were marks of a dog's teeth on my right leg. I felt like I couldn't breathe. I went into the kitchen to fetch some water. My hands were trembling and I spilled some water on the floor. The same girl appeared again and started wiping the floor with a cloth. The girl was wearing a shirt and a skirt. She wore two plates and had extremely dark circles under her eyes. She had a sad look oh her face and was cleaning the floor with extreme dedication. She cleaned the floor spotless and turned around and went out of the back door of the kitchen. I went back to the dining table. He was waiting for me. He served us dinner and we ate in complete silence. He didn't say anything and I was too tired from the earlier events to think of anything to say. After dinner, it was time for desserts. He had made mango souffle. I gulped it down as all I wanted to do was go home. In my hurry, I dropped some of it on myself. I dreaded going to that room again so I asked him of there was another bathroom in the house. He told me to go through the backdoor and on the outside there was a bathroom. I went in the bathroom. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. I was scared. I felt like a little vulnerable child. My tears fell on the bathroom floor. All of a sudden, I could feel something near my feet. I looked down. The girl was sitting near my feet and wiping the tears off the floor. I screamed. I looked at the door. It was bolted. My screaming made no difference to her and she continued cleaning the floor. "What..How.. How do you appear every time...?" I asked while gasping for air and crying loudly. "Who me?" she asked and looked at me with an innocent smile.. and blood dripping from her eyes.
