"First day of Eid al-Fitr..."

I still remember about that dream after reading so many afterlife stories, and man, do I not forget about it...

I think it was the first day of Eid al-Fitr when I was fully exhausted serving them the foods and drinks that we have and it was around 1:04 AM when I start reading more afterlife stories. I went to sleep 30 minutes later because I can't keep up my usual schedule and I end up sleeping on the bed.

On that same night, I have given a dream... A dream with a boy, crying from a distant.
Everything was dark and pitch-black and I can't see anything. I can hear the boy's crying, not too far away from my location, which I assume I must be still on the center of the room. I chase to where that voice was coming from until I stopped and listen carefully. It sounds like it came from the right so I turned and went east from my post.

Suddenly, the voice was gone. I try to search for it but I can't hear it anymore. So I went around, trying to find the voice, but instead of searching on what I'm looking for, I'm somewhat been greeted by a red glowing object and dripping what look like to be a dark-reddish blood. I approached the glowing object and as I was about to touch it, the room was lighted up, but everything went red... All of them.

What I see there... was a terrible and horrifying sight for me... I see a bunch of people, impaled on a large spears, human eaten by crows, naked people drinking bloods till they can't hold it anymore but still drinking...

I froze to see them in my dreams...
I just can't believe what I saw...

Then that voice came back again. I quickly ran across the dead trees to find that voice, hoping that it's not gonna go anywhere this time. As I jump over a small gap of a bloody swamp, I finally stopped near the river. That voice was close, and I can tell that it's somewhere nearby. So I went to the forest filled with dead trees from where the river was, and as I walking through them, I see a strange, white figure lying down on the ground from afar. I walked slowly through the trees so that it won't see me that I'm there and when I get closer to the figure, that white figure... was Gold.

He's just like that character I read before; no eyes with bloody tears, no arms, no legs. He was crying in pain... A pain he can't handle it anymore...
He crawled down from the hallway of the dead forest, leaving a blood trail behind...

His mouth starts to speak in a torture state...

"MOMMY! WHERE ARE YOU, MOMMY?! I WANT TO GO HOME! IT'S SO DARK AND SCARY! I WANT TO GO HOME!!!"

He yells for help from his mother. He continued crawling down the path, hoping to find his way 'home'... But it was too late for him...

I decided I should leave him, that is, until I stepped onto something that's noisy. He turned around and staring at me with his blank eyes. My body frozen that I couldn't move a muscle. His face starts to change. He looks like to that of a bunch of little girls when they're start to scream. That's where he jumps on me and I start to run through the forest, but it was an never-ending forest. The more I ran, the more it became far, and he became closer and closer. He was moving so fast and irregularly like the speed of a spider but twice the pace. His screams was a terrible distorted voice and it was loud, louder than my iMac's speakers. I keep running and running till I suddenly say this...

"Oh God, Oh God, OH GOD!"

...I woke up with my lip still says "oh god". I looked around and found myself that I'm in my room. It was 2:55 AM, almost hitting 3 o'clock. I was sweating a bit. I get up afterwards and do my usual routine job, trying to forget what that dream was.

But from this day onwards, I still remember that dream, and especially his screams...
Oh, that scream... that painful scream still lingers in my mind... his tortured screams...

Whenever I remembered that dream, it always reminds me of his face, kinda similar to this picture:-

http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2013/128/1/8/lavendertownsymdrome_by_detective_may-d64jie9.png

...but it's even more terrifying than this.

...Although it was a nightmare for me, but then again, it makes me feel like I want to have that dream again, curious to know what I've been through and what I've seen in that dream. I feel like I was in there...

I want to have it again...

I find it... quite fun...