The Nightwalker's Dream

The Nightwalker's Dream

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The way I see it dreams are like a gift. A treasure very few get to hold on to forever. When I was 10 years old I had my first lucid dream. The world at my fingertips and completely fascinated it became my drug. Since then I became completely infatuated with having more lucid dreams. I researched everything I could, kept a dream journal, and waiting in anticipation for my high to return. Slowly but surely these lucid dreams occurred more and more by the time I was 14 I had mastered the art of lucid dreams. Little did I realize that what I could do was a gift unlike any other. A gift that very few ever experienced. Those who had this gift were called Night Walkers. My name is Eliza Carson and my world turned upside down on a Tuesday night in the cold heart of December.
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Different- 1) Not the same as another, or each other; Unlike in nature, form or quality. I thought being different was a good thing. You know, the whole 'Im not conforming to you' deal. I thought I was unique, my own person. Apparently not everyone thinks being different is a good thing. They're afraid of my difference. Maybe it's my long white hair? Or my glowing silver eyes? Or it could just be because.... I'm not fully human. I tried to keep it a secret. Really I did. I knew the consequence of something like this getting out. So my secret stayed a secret. All until the day the little girl walked out in front of the truck.

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