Dangerous Dreams

Chapter One Dangerous dreams

He looked at me. Eyes cold and teeth bared. No human emotions shown

beyond the pale face hidden by a slight shade of an old oak tree in the middle of

no where.

No where. Deep in the depths of my personal dream world. What was once my

safe haven now seems to have been twisted into a world of terror. It was as if

someone had switched the DVD in my mind to a more frightening, horror film.

I preferred the other greatly. I was used to the fresh smell of pine trees and soft,

warm grass between my toes as I walk through an enchanting forest. But this,

this was not normal, this was the deepest fears and worries of my mind crushed

together with something unnatural. Something unknown to me.

When I say 'unknown to me' I mean unknown to everyone. A powerful thing, unknown. Full of things you wouldn't believe, hence they are unknown.

Focusing back to the terrors of my dream once again, I peered further into

threatening eyes and found myself lost in the anger inside them. It was as if a

mouse trap had been concocted and, instead of trapping mice, it trapped me. And so easily too.

A burning sensation tingled through my fingertips, like I had just dipped my

hands into molten lava. The feeling spread slowly through my skin and bones.

I felt it, but I didn't feel pain, I felt a sorrow of some sort. A sadness that seemed

like it had been locked in those eyes for a day too long.

It was a burning sensation of sorrow. Something I still needed time to fully

comprehend; why could I feel fire but no pain? The concept baffled me. How is

it possible? Although, I was in a dream, anything can happen in the dreams of my twisted mind.

Time seemed to vanish out from under my feet like a carpet of sanity tugged

away from me. It wasn't a subtle, gentle tug, it was a rough, ripped away

feeling. Like I had lost something particularly special to me that I desperately did not want to lose.

I felt lost. No time, no forwards or backwards, no sense of pain even though I

felt a burning fire all over my body.

Thoughts ran through my mind faster than I could comprehend. I tried to

analyse each separate clue as to what was going on but as quickly as they'd

rushed into my mind, they disappeared. Never to be seen again. It was like

being on a terrifying roller coaster but with the reassurance of it being machine

operated and unlikely to be the death of you.

It didn't take long for me to doubt it being a dream. I'd never seen a wolf before,

how could I know the exact details of one? Sure, I must have seen one in a film or

on some poster somewhere, but I'd never seen a live, up close wolf.

It was so real. But so unlikely which was what kept me believing in it being a

dream. Things like this don't happen to people like me - or to anyone. No one

other than me would have this kind of dream; only my messed up mind could

conjure up a dream as insane as this.

The pain subsided gradually although I hadn't felt it properly anyway. It was almost as if the pain was some sort of encrypted message impossible for me to

read.

What is this supposed to mean? Is it just my mind's twisted way of taunting me?

At no time in my life had I ever felt I stood out from the crowd yet it seemed I could guarantee no one had ever had a hallucinating dream like this. The only time I had ever felt slightly significant was in a dream. Of course.

It was the only time I could feel special. In my unrealistic imagination. Years of convincing myself I was sane proved ineffective. I'd wasted my limited time telling myself I was normal all for it to be thrown back in my face in one twisted dream.

I guess that was just my life;

Everything for nothing.