Spoiler
Since people seemed to like the first dream, I have written another dream. It takes place on the same 'island' but in a differnet place. I hope you like this one as much as you liked the first dream.
A figure ran through the dark halls, a ghost which glided silently over the cold hardwood floors. It turned a corner and I followed. I didn't know why but something told me that I had to get to it before something else did. I didn't know who it was that was after me, or why they chased me, or why they wanted the figure I so desperately had to catch first, but I knew whoever they were they were not far behind.
I rounded the corner, my heart racing. I was at an intersection, three different halls to go down and no way to narrow the list. They all looked the same, no lights, wood molding from the floor to the middle of the wall, and the top part painted a color I couldn't see due to the darkness blinding me. I couldn't hear anything. My ears strained to hear something, anything; that would give away the location of the figure, and the distance away the others were; the ones I was desperately trying to run away from, but I heard nothing.
Finally I heard something, the sound of laughter. It was a musical sound that I knew by heart. I looked up, farther down the hall dashed a small figure. A child. I was chasing a child through these dark halls as something dark and evil hunted me down. Hunted us down. While the laughter sounded far away, the thump, thump, thumping of heavy foot falls sounded close behind.
Without hesitating I dashed after the fading figure. The hallways were cold even though I could smell the smoky odor of burning wood and could hear the crackling of fire somewhere behind me. My bare feet propelled me across jagged wooden floors. They left bloody trails behind me as the splintery wood tore into the soft skin of my feet, numbing them until I couldn't feel a thing.
To my right was the wall I had been seeing all this time, though now I could make out the color; a deep golden brown, now dusty and dark from age and neglect. The wood molding was rotting near the floor boards and had stains on them from, what I hoped, was water damage. I turned to the left; the other wall was nothing but glass windows, with a dim light shining through.
The sun here was obscured by heavy, thick clouds, all of them a dull murky green. Yet still the outside world was brighter than in here, it seemed warmer too. I was proven wrong when frost spread spider web like fingers up the other side of the window panes. Past the freezing windows, was nothing but withered birch trees lined up in cracked dried mud. The forest looked like an optical illusion with all its perfect rows and identical features. Crows perched on each icy branch, all of their small beady eyes locked on me, following me as I ran down the hall after the figure.
Now I could see who I was running after. It was a little girl. She had long black hair that went down the back of a white nightgown. A mist seemed to surround the child, like she too was freezing, making her features cloudy. Her hair wasn't pure black but a dusty black as if it were actually gray; her dress seemed to glow in the mist. "Wait... stop come back!" I wanted to yell but when I opened my mouth no words came out but a blood curdling scream that shattered the glass windows.
The musical sound of the glass shattering and tinkling like bells as it fell to the ground seemed to be amplified in the once silent halls, as the crows lifted off the trees and flew through the broken windows. They flew into the hall, filling it instantly. Their screeches overpowered the sound of my screams as their claws tore into my arms which were littered with thin lacerations from the raining glass. The sound of the little girl's laughter was covered by the ragging birds, whose caws disguised the sound of the thudding footfalls of my pursuers, but it didn't hide the sound of the raining glass.
Black feathers danced around my head, tickled my noise and made me sneeze. A shadow fell over me, and the crows parted reveling, the forms of three figures. As I stared, everything went silent even though the crow's beaks gaped, still screaming. There were three hooded figures at one end; at the other was the little girl who faced me with a face I knew all too well. The three figures lifted pasty gray hands to remove their hoods. But the crows dipped low again and I couldn't see the figures faces, or what they did to the little girl. But as darkness filled my vision, the last thing I heard was the girl's screams, and then her body hit the floor. I was next but that was when it all went black...
