Second dream.

I had another memorable dream last night. It was a strange dream, and I don't understand it. I don't know if I ever will understand it.

Fog. I was in a world, completely surrounded by fog. I couldn't see my hand, even when I touched my nose. The fog was overwhelming. It took over my sight, it assaulted my other senses. The smell was overpowering, the silence unbearable. It even got into my mouth, leaving a foul taste on my tongue.

I wandered aimlessly for short time, but I soon became weary of walking into something, and sat on the ground to rest, thinking that the fog would soon dissipate. I don't know how long I sat there before I heard a voice, calling my name.

"Marcus... Marcus... Marcus..." I tried to answer, but nothing changed the rhythmic chanting of my name. I tried walking toward who, or what, was calling my name. When I didn't get any closer, I tried jogging toward it, then ran. I ran as fast as I could, but still didn't get any closer to it.

I finally woke up, and here I am. Still confused about what this dream could mean. Tonight I'll sleep again, and if the dream returns, I want to be ready for it. I'll spend the day thinking about it. What else can I do? It had the same strange feeling as the dream with the face. I know it's special, somehow. Dangerous, I don't know. But I can't waste another night walking around aimlessly.

Take care, my readers. Until my next dream, and post, may your own dreams be mild and pleasant!

First dream

I just had a dream. That, on it's own wouldn't be surprising, but this one was different. It was strange, and so far is the most terrifying dream I've had. Here's what happened:

I wasn't doing anything special, at first, but I was having trouble with my teeth. They kept falling out. It got to the point where I had to go to the dentist, to find out what was wrong. On my way there, I found myself in the middle of a camp. I think it was a camp, there were small cabins, lined up around a lake. A rack of canoes was off the the side, and a rowboat was tied to a short dock. Things felt different, as soon as I saw the cabins. The colors were off, the entire world felt dull. There weren't any bright colors, dark browns, deep blue and green, and endless shades of gray. There was a feeling in the air, that reminded me of a graveyard.

I looked at the cabins, but they strangely lacking any windows or doors, further enforcing my initial impression of a graveyard. Since there wasn't anywhere else to go, I started walking towards the lake. Once I started walking, I couldn't stop. As I got closer, a face rose out of the water.

It was huge! And pale green! My first thought was the wicked witch from Oz, but it was rounder. It could have been a pleasant looking face, had it been normal size, and a more human color.

We talked, although it was obvious from the start that she wanted to hurt me. I tried to run, but my legs wouldn't listen. She had said something about her eyes, and my face was drawn towards hers.

Those eyes. I'll never forget those eyes. They were empty, not like they didn't exist, but like a black hole, sucking everything into them. I felt part of me slip, but it wasn't physical. My breath left in a second, and my heart stopped beating. Something kept my body upright, and I couldn't look away. I was scared. More scared than I've ever been in my life. I knew I was dreaming, but that didn't help, I knew I wasn't safe in this dream.

I heard a voice telling me that I would die if I didn't stop looking into her eyes. It might have been her, it could have been in my head. At that point, I didn't know the difference. I didn't care. I struggled to close my eyes, or turn my head.

Suddenly, I felt my eyes, not the ones in my dream, but my closed eyes, laying on a pillow at home. I grabbed that feeling, and pushed. I took every ounce of strength I had, and pushed at my eyelids, wishing they would open, hoping that I would wake up if I did manage to get them open.

A flutter, a blink. It was a start. I continued forcing them open, feeling every agonizing moment, as they slowly opened. Finally they snapped open, and I gasped for air. I almost relaxed, but I could still see that face, and I knew without a doubt that if I closed my eyes again, for even a second, that I would die. I fought with my exhaustion, and rolled over the side of the bed. I got up off the floor, and tried to find something that would keep me awake.

And here I am, typing this, in the hope that it will keep me awake. I can't go back to sleep. Not yet...