I found myself sleeping in class, on the floor underneath a desk. Apparently, this wasn't odd. There were a few people sleeping around the classroom too, or just lying about. After having realised this, I fell back to sleep.

I woke up to my friend grabbing my face playfully, hitting my nose in the process, while shouting. The teacher announced that we lost, and I was lead to believe that my friend "capturing" me was an attack from another team, that we were playing some sort of game that I was unaware of and we were just defeated.

I said something along the lines of, "You just bruised my nose," as I got up from underneath the desk, talking to my friend who was laughing and running away. The classroom slowly went dark, and the layout changed suddenly, but I didn't seem to care.

I walked in the direction of where everyone else was walking to, class had seemed to end, but I spotted a girl I used to be best friends with in primary and middle school. She wasn't supposed to be here. I frowned, and as I walked up to her she said, "Those bloody unicorns," while shaking her head. I interpreted that as her talking about our loss. I guessed she meant the other team we lost to were called the "unicorns", which is funny because as children we used to kind of obsess over unicorns at some stage.

At that moment of the dream, I felt something was wrong. She was here when she shouldn't be, and she used this word that was connected to our childhood.

When she met my eyes she instantly went quiet, as if she wasn't supposed to talk to me or even be close to me. I outright asked her, "I don't mean to be rude, but what are you doing here?"

She didn't answer me, or if she did, I don't remember. And I think that scares me more.

I kept talking to her as she moved around the room, I was asking her questions about something, but I don't remember the specifics. Me not remembering what I said leaves this terrifying feeling, now. I should be able to remember.

The teacher in the classroom walked in from the exit and told me to be quiet, that I couldn't just speak freely because we were at school. I tried to reason with her, I tried to ask her if I could talk just this once by trying to remember the Greek word for 'please', because she was my old Greek teacher from primary school.

Again, another odd and supposed "random" link. But was it random?

The teacher only laughed at me and walked away as I was stumbling over my Greek words, instead I was saying the first part of the word for 'thank you', not 'please'.

I turned to my friend who was still oddly quiet, and I asked her why she was here, again.

She smiled at me, and again, if she ever said anything, I don't remember what it was.

Then I became oddly self-aware. I asked her why she was in my other dream. This is true, she has been in my other dreams recently. In fact, I have been dreaming a lot about my childhood, or, past friends who I don't speak to anymore have been popping up randomly, as if we still talked today, in other dreams that have nothing to do with my childhood.

This time she smiled somewhat playfully, like she knew why but she wasn't going to tell me; her keeping this secret from me was amusing to her… like her not telling me anything relative to my questions were some sort of game.

I became frustrated because of this, she wasn't answering me properly, she wasn't telling me why she was here with me now, in what I thought was my high school, and why she had been in my other dreams. Then, out of nowhere, I asked her something else entirely. I looked her in the eyes, ignoring her complacent grin, and said, "You said to me in another dream, something about they."

She became frightened at this as soon as I mentioned this term, this memory. She acted as if I wasn't supposed to know about they or them, whoever, and that I wasn't supposed to talk about this encounter. The thing is, I don't remember this happening in another dream. I don't remember her talking to me about they or them. As I write this now, I have no memory of her telling me about these ominous, mysterious people (if they are people), and that scares me. Especially since she reacted in a frightened way, like I wasn't supposed to know.

To me, in this dream, it seemed as though these unknown people sparked something fearful inside her, she looked truly scared.

I started speaking again, asking questions I can't exactly remember, but the sound of my voice changed. My voice started becoming drowned out. Like something was decreasing the volume, I could feel my words slipping away from me and my voice disappearing as I spoke faster. I became panicked, I couldn't understand why or how my voice was doing this. If you had heard it, it would have sounded like hearing your own voice over the phone, somewhere distant, feeling it escaping you; with that same static, crackily sound.

My friend didn't seem to mind it at all, in fact, I think she was back to being confident again, back to enjoying herself.

I could suddenly feel another presence, I could feel something bigger, and I didn't like it. As my voice was changing again, instead of vanishing completely, I could shout loudly and its volume would match my strength, but the words were almost distorted – like when a robot is speaking whilst dying, their words are slow and electronic with many layers.

With one last panicked push I shouted at her, "WHO ARE THEY!?"

In this moment, as I shouted this, something from behind grabbed me around my arms and pulled me backwards—I woke up.

No, it was more than that, as I was being pulled I knew that whoever or whatever that had me wasn't something good, was something I should be afraid of. I didn't want to see what it could be, I didn't want to know what it was going to do to me, so I forced myself to wake up. I'm not sure if anyone has experienced this before, but I've done this numerous of times when asleep, especially when experiencing some kind of nightmare. You feel this sudden panic, this sudden urge that you must wake up now, and you do.

As soon as I opened my eyes, awakened, I did not close them. I didn't want to. I didn't want to close them and see what might have grabbed me in that dream. When I looked at myself, lying in my bed, the sky outside just turning to night, I found myself wearing my school uniform. I remembered going to bed right after school, I was exhausted, but for no particular reason. In fact, that morning, I got to sleep in until 9:30am because I didn't have a class until a little later. The whole dream, the whole way it happened, and why it happened – it feels so odd.

I don't think I can ever forget it.