Dreaming Left Me Scarred

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   Water dripped somewhere in the distance. Only about a mile away if my ears heard correct, which they always did. I stood up after laying on the cold rock. I had lingered here too long. You shouldn't have let it get so close, i said to myself, thinking of the prison i had only escaped a few days ago. Do you want to go back? I questioned my self. No, I replied. Then MOVE! I told myself not needing it.

   I grabbed two hadfuld of dirt  and ran, letting the dirt fly out of my hands behind me, and every minute or so bending down to grab more dirt. Halfway covering my tracks might slow him down a little. I had memorized the map several times over and knew every turn I was supposed to take by heart so i let my mind wander. And what it came up with to think about was why I had been taken to the prison anyways.

   All I remembered was having that dream over and over again. The one where I was in the forest yelling something at someone, I never saw who, while running from a man. The man was always very well dressed, like James Bond, but his shirt color always changed. I tried to remember the color of the shirt the last time I had been in that dream... I couldn't. The only good thing about the prison is that when I was there I never had that dream; or any dream for that matter. It was just a blank slate every night and waking up to the smell of rotten food thrust into my cell. 

  But anyways, in the dream I would be running from this well dressed man and eventually I would trip over a root of a very tall dark tree. Its roots would twist around my ankle as I struggled against it and suddenly the man would be there standing at my feet. I would stare up at him in horror as he would open his mouth and black fog would come out choking me like spoke. 

   "The information I'm about to tell you will surely get you killed." He would say three times, then finally he would say, " Dreams are the reality of the mind. Your dreams are real. People will hunt you down, its just a matter of when." Then he would stop and just stare at me, choking from the black smoke, until the tree roots would start wrapping around my whole body, pulling me deeper and deeper into the ground. Then he would open his mouth again and say, "5386462 is your number, find the solution, live the dream. The dreams are hints, to help you find your way. Solve the mystery, solve the solution, believe your dreams. Dreamseeker, Dreamlooser, Dreambeing. Find your name and you will find safety. Your time is near." Then he would disapear as the light between the roots went out, leaving me screaming until I woke up.

   After the first time I had dreamed that dream, I woke up with my arm burning. On it was a large round burn. I got an ice pack and held it there for the rest of the night thinking about that dream. As the burn healed it began takeing on another shape and after two weeks of the same dream it finally stopped changing. It was two lines swirling around a three pronged star. I smiled a little to myself. Dreaming had left me scarred.

  With that thought my eyes processed what was in front of me fully again, and just in time too. I almost fell to stop in time but right as i came to a stop, a few rocks tumbled down into the huge ravine that was in front of me.

  "Well this wasn't on the map..." I mumbled to myself, looking into the deep crack. I looked on the other side of it and saw my destination immediatly. A large, old, dark castle standing above the tree line. The man in the cell next to mine said it was surrounded by a spell that prevented the people who had hunted us down from finding us, or sending any of their monsters after us. I laughed slightly. Spell, hunted, monsters? Only a few weeks ago the most magical supernatural thing in my life were the dreams I used to have. Suddenly I heard cracking branches behind me. He had cought my trail and would be here in a few minutes. Then I remembered something.

   Red. Red was the color the mans shirt was the last time I had the dream that scarred me. Red was the last color I had seen in that dream one year ago tomorrow.

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