Finally back to the story of my life...
So, i was dating this girl, it was my first girlfriend, she lived two states away, the dreams would change from the dream eaters i would see to spiders...being an arachnophobia, it didn't mean an improvement. everywhere i went i would see them, spiders...i would jump out of my skin with fright as my heart raced every moment i was with her. As fall continued, school going by like the breeze of the wind. one day they stopped showing up, it was a pleasure for me till i went home, she broke the news, my girlfriend...she ended it, out of the blue, later i would find out she fell in love with someone else...i was broken, not used to the cold with my wall broken down from her leaving, the dream eaters soon approached me. i remember one dream i had in particular.
I would be running in a forest, it was in the middle of the night, stars blasting light, but not as much as the silver, glistening full moon. I had forgotten why i was running as i stopped by a river, the reflection of the night like a mirror to the painted scene. Soon whispers were heard. I looked over to see nothing, my paranoia playing its role as i began to panic. To make matters worse the moon grew dark, clouded by the swarm that raced upon me, dream eaters...they soon caught me, there skin, dark, almost not even in existence, they had skin, rough like sandpaper as they flew me to there nest, a patch of foul, decomposed bodies filled a crater where they made there nest. they took a glance into my eyes, i saw my face, white like a ghost through the're red pupils. They shoved me down and held my body spread out as they took a ragged bone pulled from a body then snapped it to make the ends sharp, they took out of the're mouths, a smoldering tongue and as they dragged it across the tongues, the three not holding me down pushed it through my skin, the agonizing pain, shuttering through me as i wailed in silence, my lungs not able to take in air as they repeatedly stabbed me, with hot, sharp bones. I woke up in a sweat before having to return to a miserable day of school.
Weeks of nightmarish dreams, seeming to never end, pestered me, forcing me to fear each time i would shut my eyes. But soon i had one of the lion, his words, giving me hope, revealing to me his name, one that stuck me with wonder, Bacsh, a name i remembered from my past, a hero in a game i loved. He told me he was one of twelve dream guardians, each like that of the zodiac, all besides him, that have turned into dream eaters. he told me a tale, of a thirteenth, one that wasn't true among them, he went to a realm beyond thought, and like a disease, spread the fear to all of his companions. He said to me, that i was the one to fix the wrong, the one to reverse the hysteria, and wash it away. He then took a form of a man, like that of an armored night, on one leg he knelled and prayed to me, to free his brothers and sisters. I then woke up at last.