When i was much younger i had a dream. except it wasn't like a dream, it felt real but i couldn't even move at all. i seemed to be trapped, staring at just a grey brick wall (or maybe it was a castle wall?) for a really long time. at this point i thought, "okay, this has to be a dream. i'll just wake up." but i couldn't open my eyes. i tried so hard to open them but they wouldn't open, almost like they were glued shut. it started to hurt after a while, and i think i may have started crying. soon i began to hear my mother and my brother talking to each other. that led me to believe i was waking up, finally. i was so scared that i'd never wake up, but i was finally able to. but the thing is, when i woke up, my mother and my brother weren't talking to each other like i heard. they weren't even near each other. my mother was walking in my room to wake me up. to this day i still have no idea what that was. after hearing about the backrooms, i thought that maybe i had entered one when i went to sleep that night. but then again, i don't know much about the backrooms so i may be wrong. if anyone knows anything, it'd be very helpful.