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I had a nightmare.

Worse than my usual nightmare.

This was something else entirely wrong.

I dreamt I was in the woods, barefoot, and running for my life.

The first part of my dream consisted of me running. I didn’t know where I was running to or how I got myself into this situation.

One thing I was sure of?

I was running from someone.

Tears streamed down my face as I heard footsteps coming closer to me.

I knew I wasn’t going to make it, and like one of those dreams where you couldn’t move or run away, I found myself slowing down as if I wanted to be caught.

Faster, my dream thoughts were telling me. Just a little faster.

Hewas coming.

I stopped in the middle of the woods completely. My feet were bleeding, yet I didn’t feel pain.

Run!

It felt like I was nothing more than a spectator, watching the hunting of my own demise, unable to do anything to stop it.

Run, dammit, run!

My stupid limbs were useless.

I looked around the dark woods, like a deer in headlights, unable to move.

The footsteps grew louder and louder and louder.

It grew in tandem with my heart.

My chest heaved as I cried for help.

I looked behind me, and that was when it happened.

I was tackled to the ground, a huge, monstrous body covering mine, pushing me down.

It took me a moment in a panic to realize I wasn’t hurt, but I was scared out of my mind, and yet, outwardly, in this dream, I didn’t show any hint of fear, save for the tears that covered my cheeks.

The monster turned me around so that I could look into his eyes.

Familiar brown ones stared down at me.

I gasped, and that was when I woke up, feeling so out of it, I didn’t know what to do with myself.

I looked around the dark room.

A quick glance at the clock revealed it was four in the morning.

Still dark outside, yet I didn’t think I could fall back to sleep.

I was scared to go back to sleep.

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