The red trees glow eerily, still despite a breeze blowing. Andy would call it comfortable, except nothing is comfortable here. The sky is a yellowish golden color, not orange though. And obviously the trees are not green. Every time Andy has been here, it’s looked the same, so they don’t know if this is supposed to be day or night.

When Andy gets close enough, they can see that the big tree in the center is bleeding from the roots. Blood so dark it almost looks black leaking from every root that’s exposed in a grotesque display.

Andy has always, always ran as far away as they could until the dream ended. Since that first night when they went to see what it was. They know something is under the tree, but they’ve always been afraid of what it could be. That ends tonight. These dreams end tonight.

As they approach the tree, they see the roots, the pools of blood. They kneel down, feeling drawn to the blood the same as they have every night they’ve had this dream. Putting their hands in the blood, they feel a warmth surge from the tips of their fingers and into their hands. They know they should be disgusted by the blood, but they’re not. Actually, they want to feel more of this warm feeling. They want to feel it everywhere.

They push their arms in, groaning at the sensation on the warmth rushing through their nerves. Next they pool it in their hands, spreading it on their chest and laughing at the pleasure it gives them. Unable to stop, they rub their bloody hands on their face, moaning through their grin.

They move closer on their knees, desperate to get more of the blood on their skin. This causes their knees to slip in, not that Andy is opposed. They let themselves fall in to the waist, their body feeling so warm and weightless in the liquid. Soon they are unable to stop themselves from submerging their entire body in the blood.

As soon as they do they are called to open their eyes, and when they do, they are shockingly able to see. Looking down they can see a figure near the bottom. They start swimming down, finding it surprisingly easy. They reach the figure, and reach forward to touch them. Soon they find themselves gripping and clawing the person forward. Through all the blood and warmth, they’ve found themself starving.

Andy moves forward and bites the figure, sinking all their teeth in. The second they do, their mouth fills with blood, but this is different. This blood tastes like LIFE. They bite and chew and devour until their way through the figures body, never satisfied. Then they reach the face, shocked backwards to find that is Andy’s own face. Still and neutral, like as if they were asleep. Or dead.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” A voice echoes in the pool of blood.

“To be so full of yourself you’d puke”

Andy gasps awake, sitting up in bed. What a strange dream.