I woke up sweating again. That dream's haunted me ever since I got my powers, and it's only gotten worse since that Doctor whateverhisnamewas tried to trap us in our dreams and stuff. All jokes aside, that idea really scared me, y'know? Still does, I guess.
It's showing itself in my head again, even though I'm awake now. I'm out running, moving faster and faster, and then it's like everything's slowing down. So I stop, and the world's like, on pause or something. For a little bit, I'm confused. You'd think having this dream at least once a week would teach me right? But nope, I run around and try to talk to people, and I wave my hands in front of their faces. But nothing works, and I slowly realize that they're not going to wake up. Because I'm moving too fast for them to see or hear, and I'm going to live my life out in the time it takes for one of them to drink an iced mocha. Except for me it's going to be years and years for me and I'm going to be all alone-
I shudder, and turn the instant replay off. I know I've got friends and all. The League's got my back, after all.
But somehow, sitting in this dark apartment in the dead of night, I can't shake the feeling I'm as alone as I was in my dream.
Um, yeah. I really wanted to write a Flashcentric something about him scared, because all flippantry stripped away, I do think this nightmare gets bad sometimes.
I hope I captured his personality sufficiently.
Based, sort of, on 'It's Only A Dream'. I couldn't remember the villan's name, and while I could have looked it up, I could see Flash forgetting it, so yeah.
Hope you enjoy. Plz to be reviewin', and all that.