Running. To where or from what, I do not know. All I know is that I am scared and I need to run. I was overcome by fear, though, yet again, of what I do not know, nor, I think, do I want to. I see trees ahead and think that if only I could get there I would be safe. The sand beneath my feet starts to shift around more than usual. I start stumbling, and my fear starts increasing. I get careless with my running, trying to go faster.
Suddenly, I trip. I fall on my face. I roll onto my back with the words ‘I am going to die’ running through my head, dominating my thoughts. I am consumed by fear and scream.
Then, I awake.