The second dream with an explanation

After I finally finally come back to me and take my eyes off Ms. Miller's closed door, I go thoughtfully to our apartment. When I enter it I find it abandoned, neither my father nor my mother or sister are at home. So I spend the rest of the day to myself, only interrupted by dinner where only me and my mother are present. Finally, I end the day in front of the TV with a Netflix series until I finally fall asleep exhausted from the day.

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Dark walls surround me and again I am standing in a dark, cold corridor. The darkness is so thick that I can barely see anything. As I stand there I remember my last stay on this area where I went through this corridor and suddenly found Ms. Miller on a deserted beach until she tried to kiss me.

"Now I finally remember again, that's why I saw this blond hair" I think to myself as the pictures from last night become clearer and clearer in front of my inner eye. As if by myself I begin to hurry down the dark corridor after I can see the faint contours of the walls. After a short while, I reached the turn where I turned right the last time after seeing a level of light. With my heart pounding hard, I turn to the right, expecting to see light, but in front of me is only the infinite darkness of the corridor. In disbelief, I start walking along the stone path, while my dull steps echo eerily in the darkness. After I have to be at about the same height as the light level was last night, I slow down and look hard to the right to see if I can see an old wooden door there. But infront of my eyes is only the naked dark stone. I am about to give up and pause while I lean my back against the cold, damp stone wall and stare thoughtfully at the opposite wall. Disappointed, I let my gaze slide back and forth and then I see it. A few meters from me I can make out a slight shimmer of metal in the darkness. Excited, I walk quickly to the place and stand again in front of an old wooden door with a tarnished brass sign. Again I approach the sign with my eyes and try to read the name.

"Mindy Schmidt"

"Why is my sister's name on the door?" I ask myself into the darkness without expecting an answer and already stretched out my shaky hand near the doorknob when I suddenly hear a throat clearing behind me. All of a sudden I stand stiff as a stick, while a cold feeling of fear grips me. Very slowly I turn away from the door to the throat clearing and look at a young man whose contours I can clearly see in the darkness. With big eyes I look in shock at the man a few meters in front of me, because he is me.

“Who are you?” I ask, horrified, and stumble a few steps backwards.

"I am you as you see" says this person who looks like me with a scary cold voice.

"How? What? I do not understand? Where are we?” I say with a trembling voice without taking my eyes off my likeness.

“That is the all-important question, where are we? Well, the place is called the labyrinth” says my self in a cold, emotionless voice.

"What should the labyrinth be?" I ask.

“It is the place of dreams. You have a special access, even a gift, to look into the dreams of your fellow human beings and to influence them there directly. Behind every door hides another person's current dream. Every person you have ever seen or talked to can be found here in this place and with it access to the most intimate dreams" says my self in a casual voice, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

"That can't be, you have to be kidding me. There can't be anything like that… and why can't I remember anything during the day?” I ask in astonishment and disbelief and see my likeness grinning mischievously.

“Believe it or not it's the truth. Every dream is really happening right now and is being dreamed by the corresponding person. However, it is correct that when you wake up you don't remember anything. It is a protective mechanism to protect yourself from yourself and the people around you. But that does not mean that the dreaming person do not remember what has been dreamed" says my self with a voice like a spirit.

"That's why Ms. Miller acted so strangely, she remembered the dream" I say to myself in a low voice.

"Exactly. You can influence the reality of them and thus also your reality. Do you want to see whose dreams you can also influence?" Says my unsympathetic self, full of anticipation and Put one hand on the doorknob in front of him.

“What are you going to do?” I ask in astonishment.

"We are going to take a look at the dream of your hot older sister" he says and pulls the door open without hesitation so that we can look directly into my older sister's bedroom. With big eyes I take the picture in front of me and I notice how my mouth opens in disbelief.