This recurring nightmare…needs to stop.

For my sake.

First, it’ll start out like a peaceful starry night, the wind blowing gently, and peaceful silence fills the atmosphere.

Then the stars dim out of sight, the sky turns inky black, and the tree I stand in front of turns red with a glow of something that’s scuffing its feet behind me.

I slowly turn my head, and there it is.

A wide, sharp smile on its features, its eyes weren't human like at all, they had no color but the glowing red that appears on and off…the tree reflects the color, turning it red then back to normal again, then repeat.

Its hands were clawed, twitching.

Itching to attack, it winds its hand back and before I can do anything about it.

I wake up with a scream, heavily breathing.

I put a hand on my head.

It’s not real, I remind myself.

None of it is.

It’s not.

Not real at all…