Dreams

Chapter 2

She woke up with a scream. She's never had one like this. It was so abject and horrible. She advocated for her mother. "Harley! What's wrong? Why are you screaming?"

"It was horrifying. It was an atrocity!"

"What? What was so wicked that you are screaming? Please tell me!"

She looked as if she was commemorating. She was trying to wreak something, but it was almost as if she was speaking in a different dialect. She looked so dire and helpless.

"I was sitting in the trees, playing with the beautiful bugs," she says.

"Then I saw what looked like an elite, flagrant group of creatures. I tried to enhance my posture, trying to make myself look bigger, stronger, but it was no use. They kept coming. I languished when they started to emit some sort of power from their hands." She went mute for a minute.

"What happened then?" her mother asked pleadingly. Harley started to cry.

"They were razing the entire area in which I was in with that thing coming from their hands." She said in a turmoil kind of voice. She started to move her hand around like she was trying to grab a handful of sand, forming it into a fist. She wanted to form a reprisal, but she knew it wouldn't work because it was only a dream. "It's okay sweetheart. Everything will be okay. You're fine. It was only a dream."

"No! It couldn't be! It seemed too real!" she screams angrily.

"Well honey that happens sometimes. Sometimes, even dreams can be too good to be true. Now get some rest. You have school in the morning."

Harley laid back in her bed wanting to throw the lamp off of her nightstand. She was so angry from her dream, that she started to scream into her pillow. Seconds later, the lamp on her nightstand flew from its place and into the wall, and she didn't even touch it.