I open my eyes and I'm floating, suspended in midair. I'm both falling and flying at the same time. My vision is soft and hazy. I'm clothed in a airy white gown that sails eerily around me, as if underwater. The air is gentle and balmy, like a summer night. It's dark, save for the silky light of a full moon. The moon isn't visible, it's hidden somewhere among the darkness, but its light bathes the entire place in its silvery glow. I reach out, my fingers brushing against the pale drifting fabric of my clothing. It's lightweight and feathery, almost like it's not even there. I look down at my feet and see nothing but a never-ending night sky. A bit of uneasiness begins to grow in my stomach. I'm nothing but a flightless bird dangling from some unseen force. My bare feet hang over the abyss, and I feel the urge to pull them up, away from the uncertain darkness, but I can't. My muscles don't work the right way here, in this strange trance-like realm. A shiver flutters through my body, and my heartbeat slows to a heavy thumping. The delicate air begins to grow thick and cumbersome. My breathing becomes unsteady and strenuous. My once lofty gown develops into a cage, clinging oppressively to my body and trapping me inside a prison of ghost-white walls. The soft white moonlight shifts. It is now rigid and unfeeling. The darkness begins to close in on me, my robes tighten and threaten to suffocate me. I cannot move. I cannot scream. I can only watch helplessly as my dream evolves into a nightmare. The light is gone now. All I can see and hear is dizziness obscuring my vision and my terrified heart thrashing inside of my rib cage. I'm drowning in the darkness. My lungs gasp for air, each breath shorter than the last. My dying words are silence, my voice long gone and dead. Then, it ends. I'm gone, drifting in the abyssal gloom, the white mantle wandering uncannily around my lifeless body.
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The Dream Collector
Paranormal"I cannot move. I cannot scream. I can only watch helplessly as my dream evolves into a nightmare." She doesn't know where, who, or when she is. She has no recollection of her identity or past, nor does she have any sense of time. She's always drea...
