It Comes in Dreams

Metaphysical / Paranormal event

When the long sleep comes, here comes the dreams. That what had happened to Ilumëo that night either.

However, his dreams were neither comfortable nor warm. He found himself standing in front of the burnt symbol in the form of a single tentacle he had left on the lid that opened in the passage that they used to access the sewer that day, and he realized that he was dreaming only when the tentacle came true. The tentacle was getting bigger and bigger, the further Ilumëo moved away from it, the further away the tentacle grew; first, it broke up and overflowed the house they were in, then covered the narrow street and the main street, respectively. The chase continued until the main crossroads, although Ilumëo could feel the tentacle wanting to go north towards the sea in eternal hunger, but after a moment the tentacle paused, it continued in the opposite direction, towards the south. The pursuit was reversed now, the gigantic tentacle curled up and heading towards the south gate of the city, destroying the houses, shops, and people that came before it, waiting to be followed without question. Then Ilumëo saw his own silhouette standing at the city gate, watched the tentacle envelop its silhouette, squeeze it in and squeeze it completely and pour in from his chest to tear it apart.   Gasping for a moment, Ilumëo found himself questioning what was fantasy and what was real. There was a throbbing pain in his chest, but he felt stronger and mastered the knowledge he had not had before.