Last night I dreamed I was lying in bed, I heard voices outside my windows. I opened the curtains to look out and I saw people. I don’t know if they were dead or not. But I was the only one who could see them. They came to my windows and started to write on them. It was backwards and in pink glowing letters that I couldn’t read. Like it was in another language. I ripped off all the curtains and I could see them all coming to my windows and writing things. I hid underneath my covers and screamed for my mother to come and see it. No body came. No one could hear me scream. The next morning I couldn’t see them anymore. There was no writing on the windows. My mother was sitting in the kitchen and I sat down and told her that I could see people and they wrote on my windows and I was the only one who could see them. As I was telling her this she started to cry. I don’t know why, it was like she was finding out I was crazy or cursed or something, and now she would have to get rid of me. Then I woke up. I thought about those people writing on my windows. They didn’t look dead, but they appeared and floated up to me like they were ghosts. I’m not sure what this meant, maybe it was just my imagination going crazy like I am.