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#Turning around and run away from them
I had no idea what these… things wanted with me; the best option was definitely to try and get away as far as possible.
I turn on my heel and sprint in the opposite direction, trying to keep my fear in check. The road before me is barely visible, and I have no idea where it will take me, but I don't have much of a choice other than to keep running.
The shadows are following, closing in on me; I could feel their presence creeping up behind. The next thing I know, the solid ground beneath my feet has vanished.
#Getting into a fighting stance, preparing to strike
I immediately position myself in a fighting stance, curling my hands into fists and glaring at the shadows. They seem to stop moving for a moment, almost as if they are shocked by my reaction. I take the opportunity and swing out towards one of them, my hand going right through.
Hm. Yes, it would make sense for an immaterial being to be unaffected by physical touches. But I had to do [i]something![/i]
But before I could get ready to try out my tactic again, or think of a new one, one of the shadows jumped at me – no, not on me; into me. I lost my balance and fell backwards, expecting to hit the ground, but finding that it had disappeared.
Instead, I am venturing down into an endless abyss, with nothing but darkness around me.
#Curling into a ball, screaming
Overcome with fear, I curl into a ball on the ground, holding my hands over my head for protection and screaming at the top of my lungs.
Get away from me, I keep repeating in my head, squeezing my eyes shut. Get away get away get away!
A horrible sensation suddenly runs through my body, like a shudder but so intense that it threatens to immobilize me completely. A moment later, the hard ground underneath my feet starts to vanish – [i]actually[/i] vanish – and before I know it, I am falling.
#Reaching out towards them
I don't know what these shadows really are, but for some reason, they don't frighten me.
I study their forms and, not really knowing what good it would do, reach out a hand towards them. The shadows flicker – are they getting uneasy at my reaction? – but remain in place as my outstretched hand go right through one of them.
At that moment, they shift and move forward at such speed that I don't find time to even draw breath. For a split second, every fiber of my being tremble as if possessed, and the next thing I know the solid ground underneath my feet have disappeared.
I fall into the depth of nothingness, letting the darkness consume me.
#Something’s not right here; those shadows were definitely real!
Even if it was a dream, it wasn’t just a normal dream; it couldn’t possibly be! I think, wrestling myself out of my duvet that clings to my body. Everything felt too real.
Not only the clearness of the shadows, but the ground underneath my feet, the strange sensation that came over me when they got ahold of me… It might not be entirely explainable, but I can’t just brush it off as nothing, either.
#Ugh, I must have had a glass too many last night…
“Ugh”, I mumble, struggling to get out of the duvet that I had somehow gotten tangled into.
Just how much had I had to drink last night?
Clearly way too much if these kinds of hellish dreams found their way into my sleep.
Maybe I should consider laying off the alcohol for a week… or a lifetime.
#Actually, this made perfect sense. It was nothing more than a silly dream, after all.
It might have been intense, but there was hardly any more meaning to what I had just experienced than your usual dream. After all, more often than not dreams were little more than an incomprehensible mess void of any sense whatsoever.
I wrestled free of the duvet around I, shaking my head at what a silly display I must make.
#"Oh god, oh god, oh god, what is going on?!
Oh god”, I breathe, heart pounding violently in my chest. “Oh god, oh god, oh god, what just happened?!”
I struggle against the duvet holding me in place, trying but failing miserably at keeping my breathing under control. And how could I? Nothing about this situation is normal in the slightest! Normal monsters in normal dreams did not behave like those... things, and they certainly did not affect the dreamer physically, whatever it was that they did. This is all too freaky to just shake off!
Yeah, that’s my test scenes. Everything works fine otherwise, though, so I don’t think I’ve written anything wrong