Dream or nightmare?
It was cold last night but since I was with friends my heart was warm.....
I went to sleep at around 3 and fell immediately into a dream in which I was dieing. That was not so unusual; what was is the fact that I felt it this time. I was at home in colorado and I had missed my plane to come back to school. There were these small things that had eroded away my family and I was slowly being disintegrated. I was crying because there was no one left to help me. If I wanted to be saved I had to do it myself. The things were like tiny little alligators that ate people that were not very careful. My legs were mostly gone and my fingers were all gone because I had been swiping the little things off of me. I felt every little bite and the blood was being lapped up by the scavengers. I started screaming and rolling over the little things as they ate at my eyes. I killed many of them but not enough. There were just too many and I was not strong enough. I looked over and the last thing I saw was my mother's mouth, or what was left of it. I swear I could still see her faceless lips move. I thought I heard her voice in my ear repeating the words, Be Strong...be strong. I woke up screaming in pain and was surprised to be able to open my eyes. My mother's words lingered in my ear as I looked over at the clock and died because it was 11 and I had missed class.......
I went to sleep at around 3 and fell immediately into a dream in which I was dieing. That was not so unusual; what was is the fact that I felt it this time. I was at home in colorado and I had missed my plane to come back to school. There were these small things that had eroded away my family and I was slowly being disintegrated. I was crying because there was no one left to help me. If I wanted to be saved I had to do it myself. The things were like tiny little alligators that ate people that were not very careful. My legs were mostly gone and my fingers were all gone because I had been swiping the little things off of me. I felt every little bite and the blood was being lapped up by the scavengers. I started screaming and rolling over the little things as they ate at my eyes. I killed many of them but not enough. There were just too many and I was not strong enough. I looked over and the last thing I saw was my mother's mouth, or what was left of it. I swear I could still see her faceless lips move. I thought I heard her voice in my ear repeating the words, Be Strong...be strong. I woke up screaming in pain and was surprised to be able to open my eyes. My mother's words lingered in my ear as I looked over at the clock and died because it was 11 and I had missed class.......