White fog. That is all I'm able to see is white fog. It's like the kind that comes from the bay every morning and fogs up my bedroom window; adding a slight chill to the room. Only here there is no window. In fact there is nothing. I reach out to touch something, but my hand just feels the misty fog.
Now, I'm running, trying to get out of the mess. Faster and faster I run, but the end is not in sight. The fog is like a blanket over the ground, which I can not see. Is there even a ground?
Becoming very tired, I slow down to a jog. The fog is hugging me, and there is no one to help me. Suddenly, I see that I am not alone, for there is a face in the distance. I skid to a dead stop. He is coming towards me.
This other person is now running to me, and I stand there waiting. He stops in front of me, and smiles. He takes my hands in his, and we begin to fall. But I'm not alarmed, for some reason I know that everything is going to be okay.
The fog is above us now, and we are falling down through a dark mist where there are many stars. Faster we begin to fall. This guy's smile broadens. He knows something, I can feel it through my entire body. We land on the ground in front of a house I've never seen before, and he lets out a burst of laughter.
My eyes open and I sit up in bed; breathing hard. The dream is coming to me more frequently now. Only this time he was laughing and not crying like he usually is. This has got to mean something, I thought. Something terrrible.
Hi, I'm new and this is just an idea of mine that I'm putting into words as it were. So don't be surprised if it's not very good.