Holy moly I'm TERRIFIED
Okay, so, I just woke up (currently 1:41 am) and as silly as it sounds, am hiding under my blanket and crying because of the dream I just had.
Basically what happened: Me and my friend, who we'll Jim (obvi not his real name but yknow) were at this park that I live across the street from. No clue why he was there, he lives in a different town, but whatever. Some sort of siren went off, which I guess it was a fire alarm cause both mine and my friends first instinct was to get somewhere high and somewhere that wasn't wood. My friend was coming down from being on the roof of the small building there (dunno why he was up there to begin with) and was walking toward me. There was then this police officer (?) making a literal PSA on a very loud megaphone. I don't remember specifically what he said, but he yelled at me and my friend to get home and mumbled something about non-humans. So, my friend went wherever he went, and I went home. Luckily for me, my parents were just getting home as well. I was the first to the door (we live in like a house trailer thing?) And there was a black cat in there. Mind you, we don't have a black cat. My mom said something like 'Yea, that's not her', assuming she was talking about the fact the cat was our own. The 'cat' then ran outside, but not before approaching my dog, who had been standing by feet after I opened the door, to PERFECTLY mimic him in literal seconds. It eventually ran away. After that we went inside and then I guess there was a time skip or something cause we were at my uncles house (he doesn't even have an actual house irl btw). He and my mom were talking about the whole 'things that copy people looks and stuff'. I don't know if it was specifically like a doppelganger or something else though. I, on the other hand, was quite literally shaking and covering all the windows in the room with heavy blankets (I also covered the mirror for some reason. I almost sobbed at my own reflection). My grandma walked in, which didn't strike as odd because my uncle is living with her at the moment. She and my mom talked about how I usually stay home alone while my mom went to work, and I repeated at least 5 times that I did NOT want to be alone anymore. And then, for some odd reason, my grandma started telling me a story about how it started to begin with. Something about some sort of painting being covered constantly and then the owner sold it and whatnot. I don't know, it was weird.
Anyway, I woke up after that and I don't think I've ever felt fear in my life until now cause HOLY MOLY. I've been under my blanket for almost half an hour because I'm too scared to look at my room (both of my windows are open and my door doesn't look). I also tarted crying while writing this just trying to think back on it. But yea, my nights going great! 💔