Dream of a Wolf.

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David Renyard        Imaginative essay        JRH   10/05/07

Dream of a Wolf

I yawn, and lay my head back onto my pillow, my eyelids are heavy as lead, and shut involuntarily. I struggle to keep them open, but again they close.

It's happened again, I'm there. At the back of that ordinary classroom, full of ordinary children, with ordinary notes on the blackboard I can see myself, no, not again. I think I see myself. I'm sitting, totally oblivious to the danger that waits.

I shout, "run, run. Run and save yourself," but it is in vain. Then suddenly I filter into my dream and I am sitting in the classroom.

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I am confused, I start to cry. The teacher at the front of the room gasps as he glances out of the window, and runs out of the room. All the other children, my imaginary classmates, also leave the room in single file. All except one. Me. I try to stand, but my legs won't move, my heart is pounding, and beads of sweat drip down my forehead. Oh, it's happening again I know what will proceed, yet I do not. It's happened so many times before. I try to tell myself it's not real, but it is. I know ...

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