Dreams
I haven't been able to sleep well ever since the completion of my room. (Recently had some remodeling.) It's horrible. I used to enjoy the sanctuary of sleep, but now I'm always visited by dreams. (And I hate dreams.)
Last night's dream was a bit fun and also frightening in some aspects.
I wielded a scythe and traveled around the outside of my house destroying black monsters. Some were large, some were small, but each had glowing eyes and a disfigured body. I wasn't alone in my short travels, my dog, Skeeter, was there with me. She aided me in killing the monsters and also protected me, never leaving my side.
The scythe did a clean job of killing them off, just one strike and they disappeared. Thinking they were all gone, I fell to the ground in exhaustion. That fall had felt so real. Even the ground, which was still a bit wet from rain, felt solid and real.
Skeeter had rested with me, placing her face beside mine. I remember reaching up to pet her.
Then she left me, going off in the distance like she had seen something. I followed after her and then I began to hear what she must have heard. The sound of heavy foot steps in the dark woods ahead.
I had began to feel scared then. Judging from the sounds of the foot steps, the thing had to be huge! My first concern was my dog, scared she might get hurt this time.
Dreams are fuzzy, and so it'll seem like I'm skipping around to some parts, but I'm just telling it as it happened.
The monster's in sight now, and I realize my scythe is no longer in my possession. (Panic)
At this point, I'm trying to wake myself up.
I see the scythe far ahead of me, just laying there. I don't have enough time to go get it. So, I try to call it to me. No, not call it... Will it to me. It's a dream. If I think it's in my hand, it'll be in my hand. (That's how it's always worked before.)
Of course, not this time. The scythe won't appear in my hands and the monster is getting closer. (Have I mentioned it's taller than a house?)
Finally, the sound of my cat's bell on her collar wakes me up.
I really do hate dreams. When I dream, I'm not rested.
Last night's dream was a bit fun and also frightening in some aspects.
I wielded a scythe and traveled around the outside of my house destroying black monsters. Some were large, some were small, but each had glowing eyes and a disfigured body. I wasn't alone in my short travels, my dog, Skeeter, was there with me. She aided me in killing the monsters and also protected me, never leaving my side.
The scythe did a clean job of killing them off, just one strike and they disappeared. Thinking they were all gone, I fell to the ground in exhaustion. That fall had felt so real. Even the ground, which was still a bit wet from rain, felt solid and real.
Skeeter had rested with me, placing her face beside mine. I remember reaching up to pet her.
Then she left me, going off in the distance like she had seen something. I followed after her and then I began to hear what she must have heard. The sound of heavy foot steps in the dark woods ahead.
I had began to feel scared then. Judging from the sounds of the foot steps, the thing had to be huge! My first concern was my dog, scared she might get hurt this time.
Dreams are fuzzy, and so it'll seem like I'm skipping around to some parts, but I'm just telling it as it happened.
The monster's in sight now, and I realize my scythe is no longer in my possession. (Panic)
At this point, I'm trying to wake myself up.
I see the scythe far ahead of me, just laying there. I don't have enough time to go get it. So, I try to call it to me. No, not call it... Will it to me. It's a dream. If I think it's in my hand, it'll be in my hand. (That's how it's always worked before.)
Of course, not this time. The scythe won't appear in my hands and the monster is getting closer. (Have I mentioned it's taller than a house?)
Finally, the sound of my cat's bell on her collar wakes me up.
I really do hate dreams. When I dream, I'm not rested.