Dying Dreamer (in one mahusive phase of rewriting)

2. Not exactly to the script.

2. Not exactly to the script.

The land streched out for miles and miles, it only stopped at the line between land and sky. There was nothing but dirt and barren landscape.

Nothing.

Until a dark shape apeard on the horizon, it was coming forward at a high speed because all you'd need to do is blink and they'd be within shouting distance. But now they or who ever was inside the dark shape now known as a black RV, were just metres infront and deffaintly not stopping.

They rushed through me which is completetly normal as its a dream and all that.... They stopped just a few minutes after. As perusual with most mystrious black RV drivers, they waisted no time hopping out of their vechle and rushing to the back to pull out a black bag - most likely a body bag but once there was this couple who dumped a big black bag on the highway. It turned out to be they were dumping there old rug however they dumped the bag into the dusty floor and judging by the shape, this time it probably wasn't a rug!

And exactly to the script of body dumping - they sped off as quickly as they appeared.

Well this dream wasn't exactly the worst I've had, now I just have to wait until my alarm wakes me up. And if you were thinking that I had some sort of magical power so that I could just wake up it defiantly doesn't work like that and I also don't have any over abilities in my dreams either!

I heard a crackle of thunder in the suddenly dark clouds, the heavens opened - literally, it was like all the water they've ever had held hostage up there just flowed out on to where I was standing. But the clouds weren't exactly giving up, they grow even darker as the minutes passed and as for the rain; lets just say it did more than rain heavier.

And in that moment everything that I was thinking about just vanished and I forgot....who I was...and what I was. I just felt that here no one could do or say anything about me, I just felt.. I wouldn't say normal but in a way, I just felt immune to the fact it was my life,... I felt free.

Until something in the corner of my eye started move, not exactly move as in get up and walk about but move as in I really don't think that person a few miles away me, yeah, the one in the big black bag.

I don't think it's dead.