What if you were to constantly dream of the same dream you have dreamt of last night.
Would you feel safe?
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It was as if my legs were non-existent while I desperately used my arms to try and reach my safety place, my abditory being a few hundred meters from my current position. I could see the brick of my house in the distance. I clawed at the muddy leaf covered floor, dragging myself from the darkness of such proximity, it frightened me. Rocks and sticks were digging into my skin, but I have not noticed the extent, indicating that I was stressed beyond what I even knew was possible by this point. Every time, it would only get worse.
But I was stuck. Desperate unsuccessful attempts, prior to leaving this place and returning once again, have left me gasping for air, my breathing quickening before I complitely started panicking and loosing common sense. It felt like it lasted for hours, this game of hide and seek and no matter how many attempts I have gotten to run away, it always found me and brought me back.
I felt it reaching me. Hollow feeling of emptiness crept up my leg, consuming every bit of hope I had left, leaving me to hyperventilate. My body was giving up, spasms becoming worse by second, nausea rising, my heartbeat quickening.
Most times I could only sense it stirring my sense of self, playing with my head, but now it was hungry for more.
And I saw it when I turned my head towards the part of me that had already given up. Skinned wolf skin covering its body, red blood dripping onto my legs before I lost consciousness.
And everytime I would, it would leave me alone and I would wake up, but I was never relieved.
Was it a dream, or was it a reality?
It was just a dream, I would tell myself, but I had marks on me to prove me wrong.
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Involving following themes:
1. european paganism
2. nightmares
3. friendship
4. romance
5. toxicity
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ParanormalI was afraid of that lurking darkness from which only the bells rang before it altered and dissapeared into nothingness. Inspired by THE TRUE STORIES (My friends stories and my own) AND MY OWN NIGHTMARES! ❗Involving following themes: european paga...