I always have the same dream. I dream that I'm running from a creature. An angel like creature. Only dark, and mysterious. I always awake before I see its face. And I never really know where I am. Or how it came to be that I got there. I long to know who it is that chases me and for what reason. But I never discover the being. And I never will. Because it's always been just a dream. Until now.
Now I'm really running. And now I know where it is I am at. I'm running through the Aokigahara forest. Also know as suicide forest in Japan, at the foot of Mount Fuji. I glance over my shoulder and there, right on my heals, is the creature. Closer to catching me now than ever before in my dreams.
I'm running out of energy. I can no longer breath easily. I will soon have to give up.
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It's Not Just A Dream Anymore
FantasyFaelyn Westbrook a 19 year old girl living with her cat in an apartment is living an average live except for one thing. She has a reoccurring dream that soon becomes reality. She quickly discovers that her life isn't as "average" as she once thought...
