I was running hard and fast, the sound of my footsteps seemed delayed to when my shoes slapped the ground, and the world seemed to pass by me at a snail's pace. But I ran on, only figuring out what I was trying to escape when I slammed right into it.
'No!' I gasped. I was so sure I had outrun it this time. The shaded figure crouched down, and even though I knew exactly what it would do – crouch, lean back, arm back, arm forward, fist hard on my chest – I just couldn't stop myself from watching, hoping that this time would be different.
The pain reached right down into my being, forcing a sharp breathe out of my bruised lungs as I was pushed back into a brick wall behind me.
Slowly, my heavy eyelids prized themselves apart readying themselves for the bright white ceiling I've looked at for the past sixteen – soon to be seventeen – years, but they needn't have bothered. Instead of looking up at the plastered roof, I was looking down at my messy bed.
Out of instinct, as one would in a situation as bizarre as this, I opened my mouth and screamed, trying unsuccessfully to unstick myself from the ceiling.
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The dream I would never forget, and would constantly curse. It was the dream that led to this. It was the reason why I was now flying uncontrollably across oh, I wouldn't know, at least three different states, with only a small sparrow to keep me company.
What a drag.