The Dream Walkers : Autumn Leaves

Dreams

I've been dreaming a lot lately, its the same thing, every single time;I am in the woods ,they are dark and deep and mysterious,they're luring me to come closer .I hear voices ,I cant make out what there saying ,I try to listen, nothing the voices just stop all of a sudden.I look into the woods ,i can't see anything, I feel a breeze ;cool and swift it brushes against my body and the wind forms hands around my both pulling me towards the woods.I resist, the wind urges me to take a look to go into the woods I resist.It finally lets go of me and into the forest it goes ,it can now explore the mystries that the woods are full of ,it can now uncover all its secrets,if the wind can do so, then why cant i?I finally give in to temptation,and I take a step closer and then another, and another and before I know it I am running full speed .The wind at my side the trees whispering to me. Whispering words that I cant understand.I run more and i can feel the the branches of the trees against my body ,like they were arms ,around my body ,almost as if they were stopping me from going further into the forest.I hear voices and i can hear some words now..........Nooooooooo,No,No!!!!!!!!!!!
Stop!!!!!!!!!!
I run,and I run,its exhilirating ,I feel the wind and don't stop until I'm out of breath,until my muscles are aching and I cant go any further, my legs are begging for rest and relaxation and I grant them their wish.
I collapse on the ground and close my eyes .I can hear voices again they're getting louder and now I can understand some of the words.
I look around , no one is there.
"Run away! Run away girl! Go back ! Hurry! The earth will swallow you up,Run away!!!"
I stand up ,"What?"I ask .
"Run away! Quick! The earth!"
I straighten up ,I can finally process the words in my head.I get ready to run ,even though I'm exhausted,and my limbs feel like they are going to fall.
Too late;the Earth below me rumbles and swallows me up.I am falling and falling and the earth above me is just a hole thats getting smaller by the second.
Then, something strange happens , someone looks down the hole and screams "Noooooo........!!!!!!!!!!"
The voice gets softer and softer as i fall further down.
I'm still falling, i fall and fall and fall and the world is just a bright speck above me.
Then ,everything goes black.
When I open my eyes, I see green walls surrounding me, and a dark blue ceiling,painted to look like the night sky.I am back .Back in my room.
I look at the time ;3:03 as always.

"And when was the last time it happened?"
"Last night"
"How long have you been having them?"
"As long as i can remember...Since forever, I guess."
"Is anything else bothering you?"
"No"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes"
"Nothing? Nothing at all? Schoolwork,friends ,family?"
"No."
"Okay ,then......"

I get up and leave the room.My mum is waiting for me outside.She asks me if my therapy session was good.I just nod.She gives me worried smile and leads my out of the building.On the way home, I don't answer unless I am questioned .And I just look out the window.
I don't know why my parents think I need to get therapy.I for one ,most certainly do not think that i have a problem.I have told them a million times that I'm normal and that my dreams do not bother me .But no, they think that I'm this and I'm that.
I don't like to describe my dreams to my therapist,he already has this theory that I am nuts and even if I tell him otherwise, he will not listen.
My parents don't let me read books ,they think that if i do, I will get all sorts of ideas,and start believing in things that aren't true. That i will start believing in fiction and fantasy more than the actual reality.
They can't stop me from drawing though,I record all my dreams that way,drawing the woods and the people i see .That way I don't lose sight of what's really real.I used to write about my dreams, but they read it all,thats how they started getting strange ideas in the first place,and then they started asking questions ,and put me into therapy.
I am careful now, I hide my drawing book under my bed mattress so that they don't get it.I try to stay inside my room as much as I can ,and I only get out when necessary.
I think that my dreams are a message from something that is more fantastic ,incredible and awesome than anything there ever was,is and will be.
I don't know what that something is ,but I know that it exists .
I just know it.