There was a bunk bed inside the house. My two younger siblings were sleeping on the lower bed, while the “other guy” was on the top bunk.
I went there like it was completely normal, as if I already knew he was really there. I wasn’t surprised or shocked to see him.
At first, I talked to my siblings, although I can’t remember what we were talking about. Then I looked up at him because I was wondering why he wasn’t coming down even though I knew he was aware that I was there. I kept looking at him, but he was lying down facing away from me. I knew it was him.
I moved to the other side of the bunk bed because I wanted to see his face, but he turned away from me again. I really wanted to see his face up close, but I couldn’t. So instead, I gently rested my head against him affectionately, and then I left the house.
The house was very large and located near a river with a fairly strong current.
I think the house had many doors because I only stepped outside for a moment, like I was going to check something, although I can’t remember what it was. But when I tried to go back inside, I somehow ended up entering a different part of the house, and I didn’t know how to return to the same door where I came from.
The surroundings were windy with a light drizzle. In fact, the wind was strong enough that I was being slightly pushed by it, making it difficult for me to return to the door I was trying to find.
While I was thinking about which door to go back to, I heard sounds like someone drowning. I turned around and saw a little girl drowning. I was confused because the water didn’t seem very deep, but I thought maybe it was deep enough for her where she was standing. The river current was still fairly strong, and the wind was still blowing hard, so I carefully approached her because I wanted to help.
As I was going toward her, I saw a little boy approaching too, but not to help her. Instead, he was throwing stones at her. The rocks were quite large, almost the size of a child’s hand. He threw stones at her twice, and I scolded him, saying, “That’s too much.”
But he didn’t stop and kept throwing stones at her.
At that point, I became scared because I thought I might get into an accident in the river since the current was strong. I stepped back and started thinking that maybe I shouldn’t help the girl anymore. I felt sorry for her, but I was afraid the boy might throw stones at me too, or that the other children there might attack me as well.
In the end, I never made it back inside the house. Then I woke up.