Dream

Chapter 5

My eyes closed, then immediately opened. My mouth gaped at the scene.

I was in a meadow. It was untouched by man, and a few deer darted across the landscape. Beautiful oaks and spruces lined the edge, and in the distance were cascading mountains, reaching into the heavens.

I stared.

But I wasn't staring at the meadow. I was staring at what was at the end of the meadow. There was a house, a log cabin, sitting there.

Just as I remembered it.

I smiled with joy, and ran. I had all but forgotten that this was a dream... But for now it was all I could do to stop myself from laughing with joy.

"I am coming home mum! I am coming!"
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I entered the cabin, grinning.

"Mom? I'm home!" my voice belonged to a teenager, and as I stared down, I had become one. I wasn't surprised, I mean, I dreams you revisit old memories with ease.

Sure enough, a woman came down the stairs. She wore a white skirt and a red short sleeved shirt. Her chocolate hair mimicked my own, and her deep brown eyes gazed at me with joy.

"Hello my love."

I ran over to her and hugged her. I felt her reassuring touch against my back, her chin resting on my head.

"I've missed you so much.."

"As I you, but I haven't appeared to you in this dreamworld for no reason."

I looked up from her embrace, "Then why?"

"I know you have just entered this realm, but you don't want relax just yet. A dark twist has emerged where the controllers are now."

"What do you mean?"

"This world was meant for people who are lost and even to serve as a place for people to resort if humanity needed to sleep for long periods of time to survive. It was meant to be a welcoming place. But as you will soon find out. It is a suiting nightmare."

The blood drained from my face and I stepped away from my mother.

"Do you mean to say they lied to me?"

"No they just didn't know."

I stood in silence with my head lowered, staring at the ground.

"That's what they said when you were killed."

I looked up to see my mother's reaction. As I expected, they was pity in her eyes.

"How do you even know this?" I questioned, "You are just my memory of you, you're just my brain's predicted movement and it's hope."

My mother looked at me in the eye, her gaze unwavering. Then, she smiled. She looked at me with a psychotic look, and to make it worse, the voice that came from her mouth was a deathly familiar one.

"Well, you couldn't have hope that it was something beyond you, could you, sister?"

The log cabin melted before my eyes and so did my mother's appearance. She grew a few inches taller, her long, chocolate hair changing to a close cut  red, and her eyes changing to a blue so piercing, they seemed to bore into your soul. Her face sharpened and the rest of her clothing became black.

And behind her was the scene that I last remembered her from.

My mother's death.