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My heart pounded in my chest, and my feet wouldn't move fast enough. Subconciously, I knew I was dreaming, but it was one of those frustrating ones where you have a hard time getting your body to move the way you want it. I had no idea what I was running from, and neither did I want to know. The only thing I did know was that my stomache was tight with fear and a sense of impending doom nearly drove me mad.
I ran down a dirt path in a forest of huge, ageless trees, seeming frozen in time in the still air. I must have been running for at least half an hour- you usually don't get tired in dreams- but there was no end in sight. The path went on and on, infinately in front and behind me. Still, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being followed; my insticts screamed at me to get away from this mystery stalker. All I could do was run, even though I couldn't explain why.
The ominous tree towered above me, seeming to mock my feeble attempt to outrun whatever was behind me. The moon shone bright, yet only small beams of light reached the forest floor through the canopy of leaves.
Suddenly, for no apparent reason, my legs gave way under me and I plumeted to the rocky ground. I tried to scream, but nothing came out, of course. I felt no pain, but I caught a glimpse of a dark figure darting between the trees. Before I could identify what it was, a foggy haze clouded my vision, and everything went black.
It looked longer on paper... gonk I hate it when I do that.
 Doll With A Knife · Thu Apr 05, 2007 @ 03:59am · 0 Comments |
