Death In A Mile

Chapter 12: Lucid Nightmare

I found myself on a mountain, confused like the clusters of snow falling out from the clouds and by my feet. I would be able to see miles from this high up, but the fog was preventing me from seeing twenty feet ahead.

With my arms held to shield my eyes, I moved forward. I took two steps, then was met with a dark hole which opened up from under me. I didn't fall until I looked down.

It took an eternity to reach the bottom, but that is only because it felt like I was falling. I had actually reached the bottom a long time ago, but the darkness blinded me from even the sense of feeling.

Eventually I got up, without a sense of where I fell from. I was ultimately looking for light, but with this pitch black that was impractical.

Overtime things started to come into view, but I couldn't tell if it were my eyes adjusting or the scene getting brighter. I started to walk and I heard sticks crunching from underneath and crickets chirping in the distance.

A rattle in the nearby bush startled me as I sprang to my left side to where it came from. A flashlight would be handy right now, and just as I thought so the moon quickly moved overhead and stopped, illuminating the forest a little more.

Through the thick shadows I saw a figure, in fact the same figure I saw in my vision earlier, and in the drawing. I hadn't known what to call him, so I didn't come up with a name.

Closer and closer he strided toward me, and each step he took I felt closer and closer to the end of my life.

He had finally stopped in the middle of the camp, and pointed at me while staying fixated with his eyes. Slowly he walked closer, but I didn't feel the need to run away, I wanted to stay. That's when I knew I was dreaming, because when you are in a dream you aren't afraid of death.

He pointed at the unlit fire pit and it ignited like a snap. It startled me, but I still kept staring. I could see his face as the fire washed away the shadows made by his hood. The face was me.

I felt shocked, and my brain was telling me to run, run away as fast as you can, but I felt paralyzed. I felt fear that I had never felt before.

He had walked up and pointed his index finger directly above my heart. His lips didn't move as he said "Seid hcuot uoy ydobyreve." I didn't understand him, and I didn't bother to ask. Even if I wanted to, his figure faded away and went directly into where he was pointing.

From that moment I no longer felt decent emotion.