Do You Believe Me?

I just had a dream, a dream that would kill if it was human, bite if it was a snake, or destroy a vast amount of land if it was a meteor, and as cheesy as that sounds, that's not my intention. The most disturbing thing about it is that I still remember it, 4 hours after waking up.
Most dreams, the scarier they are, usually disappear from a normal person's memory shortly after waking up. You, for example, had thousands of dreams, millions even, yet you can remember very few. As for me, I'm only 13, and I only remember 4 dreams.
The first one I had when I was around three, actually, it's one of my first memories. It was at the front of my house, and I was in a treehouse. I remember looking from the little hole at the bottom of the treehouse were you climbed down, and I had fallen. I woke up with a bruise on my leg that, I'm not kidding, lasted 5 WHOLE YEARS. It was just a regular bruise, but it never went away for a very long time.
My second dream was when I was around 6, and, to tell you the truth, I had an autistic boy in my class, and he always kinda freaked me out and annoyed me at the same time, and, since he's still in our school, has temper tantrums and injures kids, he still kinda does. But, this dream is more comical. It was in a very futuristic world, as me and my family were in a hovering space vehicle with an alien that represented the autistic boy. I was sitting in the front seat, and he was right next to me. I got freaked out and jumped to the back seat, but he did the same and followed with a slap to my face. I woke up just after that. It was a funny dream, but in the following years, the autistic kid got more and more violent, even threatening to kill classmates.
The third dream I remember was a very peaceful dream, which I have so little of. Most of my dreams are nightmares, so when I get a nice, happy dream, I tell everyone. This dream was just me, skiing. That's it. I never skiied before, but the dream was so relaxing, it makes me smile every time I think about it, except whenever I think about the fact that it was the most peaceful I ever was.
Actually, before I talk about the demented dream, which was the fourth dream I remembered, another dream had come to mind while typing this. I was 9 at the time, and the dream is very vague. It was just me and several friends hiding from a fairy named Patrick, which is my name. Nothing much to say about it except the people that were hiding with me felt real, like alive, genuine friends.
Finally, we got the demented dream, the dream that took me to Hell and back. Now, from all of these descriptions, you'd expect this to be with Satan, maybe demons stabbing me with knives, cliches, etc. But no, all the dream was, was nothing. I couldn't move, I couldn't talk, it was just looking at total blackness. Now, don't be commenting saying, "Oh, that's not at all scary, that's boring". Well, imagine spending your entire lifetime, just in that dream. The dream creates the illusion that your life is continuing on, while all you're doing is staring at blackness in a dream that you can't wake up from. It feels as if years go by, I started counting in my head, talking to myself in my head, etc. But, when I woke up, it was a regular morning, nothing abnormal, years didn't go by, I was barely asleep for 7 hours. But, that was last night, couldn't it happen again? Who knows, but let me tell you something, your biggest fear might be spiders, heights, and silly stuff like that, but my biggest fear, is nothing. Nothing ever happening, not able to do anything, change anything, say anything, have anything, everything just be.... nothing.
Finally, before finishing this story, let me say one more thing. Before I started writing this story, I thought "Why couldn't I forget this dream like the thousands of other ones, why was this one of the few that just stood out?", but maybe you're supposed to remember those special dreams for a reason. Maybe they teach you life lessons, help predict the future, or show you what you're afraid of, and you might be able to confront those fears. But, this dream had no life lessons, it can't predict the future, and I can't confront fears of nothing. So, why did I have that dream?
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