then plunged beneath the surface. It sat there for a time and then moved on down the line as an old song used to say. Something was calling it.
Jeremiah dreamed he was back before this in his backyard with his brother. They were playing with cardboard tubes that till had wrapping paper on them. Rasmus and Jeremiah had both agreed that the wrapping paper was a support for the cardboard and would lengthen the use of the swords. They had covered them in duct tape and had hid them in their bedroom until they had a day to use them. Now they were using them as fake swords and beating on each other with them and pretending to fend off the ravenous monsters around them. Their parents were still working and they had a couple of hours alone.
He began to fall through the ground and this time he was in the woods hiding from something. He could feel it moving through the woods. The darkness was searching. If it found him it would change him into something. Something that would be cold and hard and emotionless. When it slithered across the ground it made a screeching sound like nails against a chalk board. It was worse than death.
He needed to move but his legs were jello. The darkness was moving quickly now sensing his struggles and following the fear. He needed to get out of here. It was moving closer to him. His foot began to move slowly. It felt like lead weights were holding him down to the ground.
If this is my dream, shouldn't I be able to control it, he thought.
This is not your land, this is my land and your nightmare. I control this dream. And I am not letting you survive now.
The beast began to crawl faster. There was a splitting pain in the center of his head then a bright white light that lit everything up. A loud shrieking noise came from outside the hole he was hiding in. The feeling of the beast disappeared. Fading, blinking out, throbbing, his body floated up out of the stump of the tree and into the sky. his body began to gain speed breaking through the atmosphere.
His physical body and mental body joined and he opened his eyes. The cavern was a little brighter now.
Jeremiah dreamed he was back before this in his backyard with his brother. They were playing with cardboard tubes that till had wrapping paper on them. Rasmus and Jeremiah had both agreed that the wrapping paper was a support for the cardboard and would lengthen the use of the swords. They had covered them in duct tape and had hid them in their bedroom until they had a day to use them. Now they were using them as fake swords and beating on each other with them and pretending to fend off the ravenous monsters around them. Their parents were still working and they had a couple of hours alone.
He began to fall through the ground and this time he was in the woods hiding from something. He could feel it moving through the woods. The darkness was searching. If it found him it would change him into something. Something that would be cold and hard and emotionless. When it slithered across the ground it made a screeching sound like nails against a chalk board. It was worse than death.
He needed to move but his legs were jello. The darkness was moving quickly now sensing his struggles and following the fear. He needed to get out of here. It was moving closer to him. His foot began to move slowly. It felt like lead weights were holding him down to the ground.
If this is my dream, shouldn't I be able to control it, he thought.
This is not your land, this is my land and your nightmare. I control this dream. And I am not letting you survive now.
The beast began to crawl faster. There was a splitting pain in the center of his head then a bright white light that lit everything up. A loud shrieking noise came from outside the hole he was hiding in. The feeling of the beast disappeared. Fading, blinking out, throbbing, his body floated up out of the stump of the tree and into the sky. his body began to gain speed breaking through the atmosphere.
His physical body and mental body joined and he opened his eyes. The cavern was a little brighter now.
