Aurora:
Date: July 4 - July 5, 2019.
Time: Unknown (Between 9:00 p.m.-12:00 a.m. or longer)
That night when we made it back home to rest, I had yet another terrifying dream in which I can still remember everything that happened in it to this very day as I speak to tell this story. And this is the story of how this nightmare began to when it ended. A nightmare in which held a meaning for the here-and-now events and later events as well.
Once again, I had the same uncomfortable feeling from many times before as I tried to sleep, tossing and turning back and forth in my bed trying to feel comfort while sleeping. God, please not this again. I begged, I knew exactly what was about to happen.
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Help! Somebody, please! Help me! Make it stop! I beg of you! Make it stop, please! I was once again began to experience the same frequent, twisting, agonizing toska I had always felt during my own, dreadful nightmares that were only meant to amate me! All I had ever wanted was to for once have an elysian and halcyon euneiraphrenia rather than have a soul-sucking dream as I usually did! It started with the same loud whispers as usual, and this, there were additional whisper that I had never heard before.
Save their souls.
Free the spirits.
Free them.
Help... me.
"Free the spirits."? Save their souls."? What does any of that mean? Who are these "sprirts" that needed to be freed? Were they imprisioned by the Insolence at some point in their lifetime prior to their post-mortem? Does this soemthing important that I need to keep in mind? I had so many questions about these whispers. Well, they weren't really whisper persay, more like a prophecy of sorts, a sign, a call for help, something important that we needed to do. So orphic meanings behind them all. Well, at the time they were.
These whispers continued on for a good soild nineteen minutes before I began to feel like I was falling into an endless void of pitch blackness; in real times, my body felt numb and my limbs felt strange all of the same time. Then, I found myself in what looked like a stone field where the trees looked like they were burned and rotten to their cores, the fog around me was as red as blood itself. I cautiously looked around this unfamilar habitat I was in to get a better understanding of what I was getting myself into. What... is all of this? As I looked around, I saw glowing green eyes watching me from within the blood fog itself, waiting for the right time to strike and kill me right on the spot. I was already terrified enough as it was and just stood there in complete horror. Wh- what do you want from me, you monster? I asked myself. "This is nothing personnal, Aurora." A voice said. "It's just orders."
Wait, how does... how does this voice know my name? It surely can't TIO, can it? I was scared for my life and I slowly back away from the figure. Then, it leped out from its hiding spot and attacked me; it was so I didn't really get a good view of the creature, but what I could recall from it was that it was a light brown battle-scarred wolf with dark brown paws and a torn out throat with a blood-soaked chest from where his throat had been ripped out from.
After he had attack me, I darted up and snapped out of the dream world and into the real world; my heart was racing from fear in my adreniline, I was breathing heavily, and I was... bleeding? As I placed my hand onto where my racing heart was, I looked at it and I saw blood. As it turns out, my chest area and the left side of my sternocleidomastriod as well as my left clavicle had scratches on them. I have to cover this up.
Exhausted, I made my way to the bathroom and grabbed the tan bandage wraps, the cotton, and the antibiotic for wounds.
I washed my hands and began to apply the antibiotic onto my wounds. My God, did it sting like hell when I applied the antibiotic onto my wounds. I then used as much cotton as I could to stop the bleeding.
Once all of that was done, I then applied the bandage wraps as well afterwards. After I did all of that, I cleaned up behind myself; I put everything back where I found it and disposed of the blood-soaked cottonballs and after that, I went back to bed to try and rest up if I could. Yet, I still could not get over the fact that I woke up bleeding. Do my dreams now connect to the living world where if I got hurt ot killed, I would wake up with those wounds or die if I were to be killed? Was this just something ut of paranoia? What was it?
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As I was to fall asleep, I then found myslf in the Vision Realm once again. "I'm not falling for this nonsense again!" I snapped. "I would like to see you even try!"
Just then, Maria manifested right in front of me and once I had calmed down a bit, she told me: "Aurora, what you just saw was a vision of impending doom to the forest. Keep this in mind when you wake up the next morning, young one: Enemies can lurk anywhere; they can even lurk beneath our feet and we just don't know of it until it is too late. What you was heard and saw was a warning you must keep in mind, Aurora-don't disregard it whatsoever. Heave this warning for every day as you breath on this earth." Then she disappeared, not deciding to stay a little bit longer to tell me more about, but to just tell me to keep this vivid nightmare in mind, and that was exactly what I decided to do from that moment onward.
But then another came to my mind: What I just saw in my dream wasn't just a random nightmare; it was an ominous sign of impending doom, danger even. Something that I, the dreamer, had to keep in mind. And it was something would later come true as well.
YOU ARE READING
The New Light of Hope Book III: Enemies From Beneath.
Macera"Enemies can lurk anywhere, even underneath us." Nearly one month has passed and the animals have officially named the Northeast Forest as their new forever home. The Octet are still helping them with building their new foundations in the Northeast...
