Dimensional

Prologue

I was alone in the maze. The thick walls of deep green have no end. It's too dark, which means a lot coming from me. The dim moonlight is the only source of light I have. A chilly breeze rushes past me. Where did it come from? My pulse starts to quicken. I draw a breath and say "It's just a dream. It's not real." Some people- Most people would wake up at a time like this, but part of me wants to see where this goes. I walk along the winding paths of the maze.

Another gust of wind presses against me. This time, it's enough to send a chill down my spine. "It's not real." A flash of light momentarily blinds me. When my eyes readjust to the dimly lit maze, I realize I'm not the only one here. At the far edge of the maze, there is a person- no, a creature. They're very large, covered by a torn black cloak. They're like a solid form of a shadow. This dream is starting to feel a little more real than I'd like it to be. It all of a sudden got very cold. I'm shaking uncontrollably. The figure seemed to be holding a crystal ball of some sort. It was completely dark.

I started to reach my hand out and walk towards the figure. I have no control over my actions. It's only a dream. Only a dream. Just a dream. It can't hurt me. My hand reaches out and touches the crystal ball. I feel nothing. Not the nothing as in nothing has changed, but the nothing of emptiness and darkness. It consumed me. Just a dream, just a dream, but it didn't feel like a dream. It felt real. Too real. I wake up nearly gasping for air. I start to feel normal again. Relief floods through me.

I look over at my clock from under my cozy blanket pile. It's 5:58 am. There's no point waiting for two more minutes. It wouldn't be worth my time. Besides, I have more important things to do.