I was clad in a black school uniform, ragged and dirty. It smelled of gingerbread - and something else, something rotten. It made my heart ache.
It was raining, and there was this dumpster, with arms and legs of children peeking out. They were rotting. I still remember that the majority of the dream I simply stood there, staring, feeling the rain completely soak me in.
Birds started appearing, more and more. They were perched in the most impossible places, staring down at me - or at least, I believe that they were staring. They had cages for heads - empty cages.
They were talking. They were so loud.
And then, a young man in a dark suit appeared beside me, took my hand and looked me in the eye - and never did I feel so afraid in my life before.
"Beautiful, isn't it?", he said, pointing to the dumpster, before pushing me to the ground.
I woke up all of a sudden, shivering. And for a few moments I could see the young man, standing above me, staring at me with his dark, dark eyes.
... I am now officially in love with a dream figure. HERPDERP