Running. Running. Running. Waking. I slowly open my eyes, after another night of running, I don't get it, I have a dream every night that I'm in this weird world and this thing is chasing me and all I can do is run.
But this isn't the weirdest part, the weirdest part is that when I wake, my feet are covered in dirty and cuts.
At first I thought that I might be sleep walking, so I locked my door and window at night but the next morning I still have mud on my feet, I just don't get it.
I haven't had these dreams for a long time, just since my 16th birthday that was last month, I want to talk to some one about it but I'm sure that everyone would think I've gone crazy, but I ensure you that I haven't, or have I?
All of know is that they need to stop, I can't bear to go to sleep anymore and im so tried, I struggling to keep my eyes open now, not to think what in going to be like when I go back to sleep next week when the summer holidays end, oh god,
it's not going to be good.
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Land Of Dreams
Teen FictionI've been walking through this waste land for the last two months. Just me by myself. I can't stop it. Every night I go to sleep and appear here. By myself. Until now.
