The following is a dream I once had, some aspects of which may stretch farther from what we call reality as all dreams tend to.
Excitement and tingles did the stomach’s butterflies induce. As I danced away with a special one I knew. For what seemed like hours, we glided gently in the arms of each other. Eyes stuck in contact in a glimmering friction-less motion. There did seem to be an anguish in the air. Something didn’t feel correct about this little scenario my mind had created. We were bleeding as we bent along with the beat. As if dance was all for life and love was simply an acquired grief.
The glowing purple sky turned a dying red and the ambiance was lost. The music whisked away slowly to a silent dread. We were only moving our feet now in fear of what was to come ahead.These dark creatures approaching the eight directions we had left. The only inclination a silent whisper of her’s “run,” and there I went. As I carried away vehemently I did not realize what I had left behind in the midst of the darkness. She still stood there sacrificing herself for my dreamy life.
I ran back as quick as I could, but the distance; which appeared to be only a few meters took what seemed like hours cover. The dark growling creatures had completely surrounded and not even a small glimpse of a tiny piece of hair could be seen. It was over, she was gone. There was no retrieval even if I jumped back into the fray, which I did and suddenly I was in a black oozing ocean too dense for me to swim across. I had lost all of which i could call sanctuary and now lay vulnerable from every direction.
The clutch came slow but I felt it right away. A tiny miserly blow and a claw right on my heart. I was finally in its grasp and mercy was nor on the horizon. I closed my eyes and prayed for them to be gentle.
I awoke, with an echoing shrieking scream. Out of the ocean at last but deeply drowned in my own sweat. It was still a pitch black but the kind closer to a nyctophiliac’s heart. It was peaceful at-last and the mind warned to worry not. The heart was much more amiable to anguish and worry I did for weeks on.
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