This wasn't your average dream, hell, it wasn't even a dream. Dreams to me are happy things, lighthearted things full of positivity and sometimes if they are dark, they're usually messages of the sort, telling you something you aren't very aware of in your waking life. That's how I had interpreted it for years, since my childhood. I may be snarky, I may be a little negative…alright, much too negative at times, but I dream often. My mum always said that I had a wild imagination, so I ran with that when it came to describing my dreams and their meanings. I will tell you of my nightmare….and do believe me, it was a nightmare. And it didn't help that I was sleeping off the flu, which was absolutely dreadful. Oh…enough of that let me get to my story. Here it is….my darkness, word from word. Oh and I prefer to be called Joy by the way…only Victoria can call me Reyjoyla. Victoria and my mum. Here is my account of what happened.
The breeze swaying the trees gently as I run across the grass, apparently running from something, perhaps the unknown, in none other than my nightgown. Looking down at my feet, I notice I am barefoot. Everything felt so realistic; I feel the blades of the Bermuda grass between my toes, a light breeze against my long dark hair, which fell past my shoulders. The sunshine beamed brilliantly from in between the trees. Surrounding the trees was a giant clear blue lake. I glance at the crystal clear water, watching as it ripples gently from the light breeze which still blew. I look around, the bright sun beaming happily down on me, casting light against my windblown hair, and I smile, admiring the beauty of this dreamscape. Suspicious though, I had a strong feeling this excitement wouldn't last for long. It was determined that I might as well enjoy this delight while I still could. Feeling a chill against my shoulders, I shiver, and look around for anything that might have been behind me. There wasn't anything there, so I just turn around, smile and head into the forest.