Dreams have kept pace with each other. My Dream Land is sometimes a Nightmare. I used to have control, I could change things. Now, My Dreams fight back. They've made things that don't listen to reason. Many months ago, I dreamed I was in a part of my Neighborhood, we just call it the Big Creek. I'm the Dream World, it's called Sand Dunes. That's when this Terror started.
I was sitting there, looking out at the glassy surface of the water. It was sunny, and warm. I pushed my hands under the golden grains of sand down to the cool wet earth beneath. There was a Chicken hopping about, out on one of the Sandy Islands. I watched it hop about aimlessly, my mind focused on nothing in particular. Feeling rather hot, I decided to stand in the clear cool water. Unearthing my hands, I stood, that's when I saw it. Something not quite right. Something else was moving, slowly but purposefully, toward the Island where Chicken now lay, exhausted by her pointless scuttling. The massive creature of Scale and Muscle glided faster and faster through the water, I on the other hand was backing away almost imperceptibly. With grace and intense power the Alligator reached the Island and its great jaws snapped open and shut on Chicken. There was no struggle, no escape, just quick, cold, heartless death. At this I broke. Before, silent tears ran down my face while I watched helpless. Now, I sobbed loudly and looked desperately for an escape. The Alligator turned slowly to face me, its snout and teeth spattered with Chicken's blood. I couldn't move, I was petrified. It moved with bored deliberance, heaving its bulk across the island. Then its reached the Water and moved soundlessly. This silence as my death approached was what got to me, I would Die and the only sounds would be the crunch of my bones and the snap of jaws. The Gator had crossed half the distance to my Dune by the time I began to run. Sprinting away from that monster, I didn't see the root or even the tree I had tripped over. I fell with a splash, but my clothes held no moisture. Blinking water from my eyes I saw the islands had changed. The small pool I was lying in rested inside a small sandy crescent. The rest of the Islands had sunk and disappeared, leaving only cystal clear water. In that water, making no ripple as it passed, swam the Alligator. It reached the Crescent and began to plod toward me. I was shaking to hard to stand, so I backed away, slipping in the sand. The sun beat down, its happy warmth heating the sand I was going to die on. I screamed, I would not die like Chicken, I would make noise. I sound I made was Rebellious, I would not crumble to this mindless murderer. I sat up, and glared into the eyes of the Alligator. Its eyes were Expressionless, Emotionless, and Cold. There was no reflection in them, they showed the Creature's total Apathy; toward me, my life, and Chicken's life that it had ended. All rebellion fled, I whimpered, felt its teeth in my back. I saw blackness. I screamed, and was Gone.
That was when I woke up. There was no more helplessness, I was safe. I wrote the horrible dream down, even though I would never forget it. I picked up Scot, my Turtle Pushie. Wedging myself between the wall and my bed, I hugged him to my chest. For the first time in years, I fell asleep hugging him.
(This is in Rekab because it is a Dream, but it is not Fiction. I have/had Lucid Dreams. They started between 7th and 8th grade. At first, it was wonderful, it sometimes still is. The Dream above started my Nightmares. I have three deep dark terrors and the Nightmares use all of them against me. There have been only two Nightmares, not counting the one above. They take place in my back yard, but twisted. To the far left, is Deep Forest. To the right, is something Beautiful. I've never been able to go that way, but I know it's wonderful. Beyond the Right, is the Sand Dunes. Constants in my Nightmares are: It is always Dark, no moon, no stars. I am alone, there are no other people. There are two Alligators. Five wolves, a pack of four, two adults and two pups, and a solitary lone wolf. The pack of Black Dogs that never leave Deep Forest. And recently, The Oracal: A massive Octopus that rests in a Black Pool in Deep Forest.)
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