Dreams, every one has dreams and always one dream will always leave a scar on you.

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DREAMS

Dreams are funny things that take place in our minds, when we are in our deep sleep. Somebody told me that dreams occur every ninety minutes through out our sleep. If that's true and knowing that I sleep for about six to eight hours per day, it would seem as if last year I could have had around 1,980 dreams without even realizing it. Dreams normally are insignificant and have no meaning to our lives, and trying to recall a dream you had is rather very rare.

This would be the case, until one night when a dream comes along and smacks you straight in your face letting you know how powerful your imagination can be. You would normally experience this at least once in your lifetime, and when it does it will leave a scar and you will never forget that dream.

The difference between the black and darkness is that black is darker than darkness. Even when it is dark you still can see something. It's black and I mean really black and I am running as fast as my little two feet can take me. I could some how feel and taste the blood running down, back of my throat. Even though I have never tasted or even smelled blood I knew I was bleeding. My throat felt like someone or something had reached down to my throat and was tearing it apart to shreds. Each gasping breath was terrifying as I was too scared to even turn back and look. I could feel the wind blowing down through my throat. Continuing would only result in the ripping of my thin membrane of the remaining tissues from my windpipe. The pain I felt was like nothing I have ever experienced before, even though it was a dream it felt so real that I thought the judgment day had arrived and I had already been judged.
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What I felt then was, the mixture of both terror and fear. My hurt was increasing to the point that I could feel the darkness reaching into my very soul, in its quest to consume me. I knew if I had stopped I would be lost. My legs are going to give away to my tiredness, I need to stop but I cant for whatever is chasing me I fear it too much to stop. The exact nature of my pursuer is something that to this day I have not been able to justify me with a description ...

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