Natasha comes back downstairs, (I don’t remember if she was with someone)I follow her upstairs – to darkness (kind of like a cluttered attic)I attempt to figure out what causes the darknessShe freezes with the look that something / someone is behind me,I get cold chills.Dream ends: I wake up.
(Natasha is my dad’s pet husky, she has seizers)(Felt recurring: like I’ve been there before)