Drunk Vertiginous Carousel Dream

When consciousness slowly returned to me, I felt like I was being rolled on a carousel. Rotation, headache, and the inability to open my eyes - that's what I felt. But when I was still able to open my eyelids, a strange sight awaited me: a ceiling that moved smoothly around the axis.

I tried to roll over on my side and came across something warm and soft. It was a man, naked. I was terribly scared and slowly ran my hand over his body to make sure that this was not a dream. He noticed my movement and held my hand close to him. Hearing his voice, I realized that this was my teacher. I experienced disturbing sleepiness and even pain in my head, but still asked for water.

My thoughts were vague, but I remembered that we played the game, and after that everything became somehow unnatural. When I drank water, I fell asleep, hoping that it was all just a dream. But when I woke up, I realized that I was in a strange situation: I was in his shirt, naked, and did not remember what happened. Depressed by these thoughts, I tried to remember, but nothing came to mind.

When my teacher brought me food, I got up to eat, and only then noticed that there was nothing but a shirt on me. At that moment, panic took hold of me, and I realized that something terrible had happened.

I tried to gather the will into a fist and solve this riddle, but my thoughts were like a tangled ball of threads. Gradually I started to realise what had happened and it was just incredible. Did we sleep? All I could do was slowly realise that my life would never be the same now.

My teacher looked at me embarrassed, and I could not meet his look. Instead, I focused on food, trying to drive away confusion and powerlessness.

But the further, the more I began to understand that I could not stay here. I have to leave as soon as possible and forget about this night. But how? My head was still spinning and my heart was pounding in unison with painful thoughts.

When my teacher left me alone with my thoughts, I closed my eyes and tried to breathe. But even at this point, I knew it wasn't over. My life is just beginning, and I must find the strength to cope with what happened.

Finally, having gathered the last remnants of courage, I got out of bed and began to dress. I had to leave this room, this house, this city, and start over. But before that, I had a difficult decision to make: forgive myself for what happened and move on.

With bitterness in my heart and tears in my eyes, I left the room and went in search of a new beginning. The future was uncertain, but I knew that I had to be strong and believe in myself in order to overcome all the difficulties that could appear on my way.

I felt that time was inexorably moving forward, and I was stuck in this moment, trying to realize what to do next. But no thought could penetrate the fog that enveloped my consciousness.

With each step, I moved more and more away from the last night, but its shadow remained a dubious companion of my future. I knew I had to go forward, but how do you do it when everything inside me was torn to pieces?

As I walked past familiar streets and houses, I felt every corner remind me of the past. All I could do was run, run as far as I could from this nightmare.

But the longer I ran, the clearer I knew the problems wouldn't go away, simply because I ignored them. I needed to gather the will into a fist and step forward, even if it meant confronting myself and my fears.

Finally, I decided it was time to take my fate into my own hands. I stopped running and started looking within myself for answers. I realized that in order to move on, I need to forgive myself and find the strength to overcome all difficulties.

So began my journey towards healing and a new beginning. I didn't know what would happen next, but I was ready to accept whatever life would bring in my way.

30.04.2024

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