NICK'S WEIRD DREAM
Nick stood idle in his room dangerously close to flopping on his face and passing out. Nick shook himself awake and lay down on his bed.
"Let's see if I can dream anything interesting." Nick said to himself. And with that, he fell asleep.
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Nick stood in a dark alleyway with different clothes on. Instead of his regular attire, he wore a red shirt and blue shorts. His hat was missing and personally, he wasn't sure to be glad because the wind was relentless at trying to blow him off his feet.
"Where am I?" Nick asked to himself. He looked around and saw something strange.
Everything was in black and white and looked painted.
It looked like something Van Gogh would paint. There was very cold rain pouring down on Nick's poor head, so he didn't hesitate in looking for shelter.
He kept walking until he saw a pub with a yellow shining light overhead, which was the only color that was neither black nor white in the dream.
He thought that he should open the door and head inside, but as he was about to do so…
He saw a man in a trench coat and a dark hat standing on the sidewalk, staring at him.
Then Nick started to move uncontrollably towards him.
Nick tried to stop but for some reason, he kept going, no matter how hard he tried. He eventually reached the man and as the man turned around, he saw the most horrifying smile.
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"GOD!" Nick woke with a startle, shivering uncontrollably. Nick looked around for a sec and saw he was back in his room, safe and sound.
"Thank god it was only a dream." Nick said to himself as he fell asleep yet again.
But not before the trenchcoat man stood in his window.
Smiling…
Sorry for the short story it was just something to hold you over until the next chapter of the Hell that Walks.
I actually had this dream when I was three, and I'm not kidding.
Everything that happened in this dream actually happened.
Tell me a dream you had and I might make a sequel.
SHAUN OUT!