It's getting closer now. I can feel it. Hands trembling as they clutched a repulsor and boomerang. A dark shadow looms over me, prepared to kill. But where is the creature? Sand blurs to create a distinct shape. A gaping maw, pooling blood over the solidified mud, the earth poisoned a vivid red.

No teeth at all. Spines, yes. No teeth. Protuberances hang down from its lips, dripping gently onto its lower lip. Inside its oral cavern--death. Bones and tissue and armor. And perched atop it all...

I moan and retch on a rock, but nothing comes out. I feel my mouth burn as a thin column of steam hisses from it. The screamer is approaching now...

But no...

The mask of my dear departed love, Idris, no longer a Ga-Matoran mask, atop the mound secreting from the screamer's body.
The creature isn't moving--it it gathering its wits.

I wait for hours until I hear a small voice in my head and I know it is my conscience.

Jump...

I hurl myself into the screamer's vast maw. I wait for the spines to come down, but they never come. Clutching the mask of my departed love one more time, I hurl myself on the spine, impaling myself right through the receptor.

The world is blacking out...

But no...

I see a glint of white. A snowflake? No... not here... I reach out a feeble hand to catch it.

No... a face. A Matoran face dissolving from the darkness. I am no longer in the creature's maw, but in a sunlit room.

"So, do you want to talk about your dream, Sarda?"