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Nov. 30th, 2008 11:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thedarkheirHe tossed and turned on the bed, the sheets coiled around him like a cocoon that strangled him - restricting his dreaming thrashing.
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He was running - long shadows loomed from behind him as the forest seemed to close in around him, branches snapping at his faces, roots curled up as though to trip him up. The rolling mists made direction impossible as he fled from the shadowy creatures, panting and struggling to stay on his feet.
Run, run, run! His mind screamed at him as he stumbled onto the damp moss and rotted leaves - too frightened to even glance back at his pursuers. Their rank breath filled his nostrils - foul heat and decaying bodies, the stink of blood they were monsters and they were stalking towards him. The hair on the back of his neck rose as he could feel their presence - closer then ever as the dark shadows took on distinctive forms. Get up! His mind screamed as his body refused to body, paralyzed by dread.
Finally he dared to glance back - and screamed as red eyes and endless rows of teeth descended upon him as he caught a glimpse of himself watching with Sadistic glee.
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The young man jerked as he found himself suspended three inches off the floor, and his arm yanked uncomfortably above his head at a forty-five degree angle. He jerked in the sheets that kept him hanging - shivering in the cold sweat he was soaked in.
Another nightmare? He thought as he twisted and tried to free himself.
---
He was running - long shadows loomed from behind him as the forest seemed to close in around him, branches snapping at his faces, roots curled up as though to trip him up. The rolling mists made direction impossible as he fled from the shadowy creatures, panting and struggling to stay on his feet.
Run, run, run! His mind screamed at him as he stumbled onto the damp moss and rotted leaves - too frightened to even glance back at his pursuers. Their rank breath filled his nostrils - foul heat and decaying bodies, the stink of blood they were monsters and they were stalking towards him. The hair on the back of his neck rose as he could feel their presence - closer then ever as the dark shadows took on distinctive forms. Get up! His mind screamed as his body refused to body, paralyzed by dread.
Finally he dared to glance back - and screamed as red eyes and endless rows of teeth descended upon him as he caught a glimpse of himself watching with Sadistic glee.
---
The young man jerked as he found himself suspended three inches off the floor, and his arm yanked uncomfortably above his head at a forty-five degree angle. He jerked in the sheets that kept him hanging - shivering in the cold sweat he was soaked in.
Another nightmare? He thought as he twisted and tried to free himself.
