What a Nightmare
It wasn’t until recently that she started to put any stock in dreams. It wasn’t often she remembered what she’d even dreamed about, but that was changing. She’d been having extremely vivid, pulse pounding dreams. She was baffled by it all, but there seemed to be no outside cause to any of it.
Her thoughts were preoccupied, but she thought little of it, because she had many things she needed to accomplish. Her friends noticed a change in her, but she did not. Life wasn’t easy, so she was certain this was the cause, and nothing else.
Her best friend was in town, and they hit the club like the old days, but she found the music too loud, the lights too bright, and the drinks didn’t satiate like they once did. She stayed for her friend’s benefit, but she longed to be home where it was quiet, dark, and safe.
Her friend touched her shoulder and she jumped. “We talked about this for months and your miles away now that I’m here,” she said. “Head home, we’ll try again tomorrow.”
She murmured half-hearted apologies, promised to see her friend the next night, and hurried out the door.
She couldn’t remember getting home, which started to eat at her, because she’d not imbibed enough to cloud her thoughts that much. Still, here she was, and her body begged for rest.
She fell into bed, no thoughts raced through her mind, and the dreams began almost the instant her eyes were closed. But things were different, the dreams were still vivid as they once were, but a dark and terrifying theme overlaid everything.
She was running from a dark creature, flames wrapped around her legs, and started to drag her down into a dark abyss opening in front of her. Her body was cold, and she started to shake. She fell to her knees, and the dark creature fell upon her.
The earth dropped out from under her, and she fell down…down…down…into the dark.
There was a thump in bedroom, and her eyes were wide, dark, and staring. Lost beyond the abyss.
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