Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25100854-20140624174508

Terror. Rage. Sorrow. All of these things charged through my mind, trampling reason and logic leaving only pure fear. Its been said dreams are the result of a stressed mind. I don't believe that.

I’ve been working on lucid dreaming for some time now, and I’ve finally had my first one! I awoke in a small town in Georgia called Bainbridge. Thats weird I had never been here before. A quick shadow flits at the edge of my vision. as I turn it slows and I fully see it in terrifying clarity. It was a figure in a black trench coat with glowing green eyes. It sped off into the distance, going straight to the center of town.

As I chase the mysterious figure through the streets I frown. I had almost no control over this dream! I heard a rasping voice that sounded like rusted metal blades scraping over each other cry out “The Truth!” I stopped and cringed at the sound of that voice. I came face-to-face with it in the center of town. Bodies were strewn across the streets like confetti and wind whistled through the abandoned town. It laughed the laugh of a man who has seen too much. I stared into its piercing green eyes as it lowered its hood. I tried to scream but found my self not able.

I realized, at that moment, exactly what I was looking at, and I felt pure fear course through my veins. I’ve always been afraid of mirrors. The funny things about this dream is that I cant recall falling asleep.

17:45, June 24, 2014 (UTC)17:45, June 24, 2014 (UTC)17:45, June 24, 2014 (UTC)17:45, June 24, 2014 (UTC)17:45, June 24, 2014 (UTC)17:45, June 24, 2014 (UTC)17:45, June 24, 2014 (UTC)17:45, June 24, 2014 (UTC)SHADOWofFREEWILL (talk) 17:45, June 24, 2014 (UTC) My first pasta please rate and give constructive criticism :) 