“Black crows”
I was living in a cabin house, with no other houses living nearby. Trees were dying, leaves are falling, with a thousands black birds or I say, black crows roaming around the house, roaming everywhere like I was living in a curse.
There was this person, a person who failed to protect me, who failed to defend his host. Something like he meant to grant me something but he failed to do so. He told me something, but it was only a whisper, couldn't remember what the words it said.
This scene changed, that I was now standing alone in the dense forest. A black crow landed on the branch infront of me as the others followed. Its eyes gazing viciously into mine, reading through my soul. It was like, they're all going to pounch at me, eating me with its vicious sharp beaks.
Before I was lost on its sharp black orbs, someone grabbed my arm and pulled me back to the house. It was guy but I couldn't remember how he look like, but his face was covered in blurr. I couldn't see him clearly.
He saved me from the crow's vicious eyes and the others were about to devour me but still he didn't have to help me. I'd already get used that my life were about shattered as I was like living in a curse.
I couldn't remember the rest, but I couldn't forget those black shadows floating through the air was the last thing I saw once I disappeared.
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Once upon a dream
RastgeleDreams are insights into our daily lives, and some of our deepest desires and pains. Dreams are clues into are psyche.