There was a house we stayed in during our vacation. It was a vacation with other people from the archery club. Around the house there was a forest, and a stretch of shoreline. We would play a game each night, sort of like hide and seek. One of us would be the seeker while the rest would go hide. We would switch off all the lights to make it harder for the seeker. They would have to rely on their sense of hearing to find us. It would be pitch black in the house, but the outside would still be lit by moonlight. You were allowed to hide outside too.
The house was double-storied, and had plenty of nooks and crannies for you to hide in. Under the shelves, in the drawers, in an abandoned corner just below the rooftop. I was scared of hiding alone because of my fear of the paranormal, so I insisted on hiding with Pomelo. Unfortunately, we lost contact halfway through the house because of the darkness and anxiety that the seeker would find us soon. In the midst of finding Pomelo, I found some other club mates hidden in the weirdest of places. Yup, there were people hiding in the drawers I wondered about those who had hidden so well they wouldn't be found. I wondered when they would come out then?
I think there was a lunatic in the house. Maybe it was the landlady. Because there's always some element of crazy in my dreams. Because I remember this dream was creeping me out the whole time i was in it. The dark house, the dark sands, the dark forest, the dark waters. Everything about it was just creepy and dark. Even our game.
I guess those who never came out of hiding would have been left behind? Forever?
