I used to wish to be different. I wished to be able to dream what others couldn't. I finally got just that, and it never goes away. Just goes to show, be careful what you wish for.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Dream 29: Werewolf Attack II
I was in a clearing. A meadow somewhere in the middle of the woods. I hear a loud thumping. A heartbeat. I hear them rustling the leaves while running a perimeter around me in the woods. I hear every footstep. I concentrate, waiting for them to attack. I get into a crouch, anticipating their attack ready to fight back for when they do I'll rip their throat out. They are loud heavy footsteps. Getting louder and closer. Then I wake up.
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