Chapter 1

The Dream

The grassy, green meadows danced with the wind currents, as they swayed gracefully in the sun. Watching from afar made me eager to join in with the group, as I ran in the meadows, gleefully swishing around the grass with my feet, slinging my arms with the gases around me, and finally plopped myself onto the earth, back laying against the crust with my arms swung behind my head. 'This is nice...' I thought of joyously. Suddenly the once sunny, clear-blue skies turned a sudden, dark, mucky color, changing the cool weather to a damp, puffy atmosphere, which made it hard to breathe. I desperately gasped for the air that my lungs were deprived of, trying to make every lasting second count, as everything was slowly fading into the black. Seconds before my lungs began to die out; I began to see something that seemed to resemble a humanoid shape. I didn't care if the figure was human or not, I longed to find help from anything possible, the miserable pain being far too much to bear any longer. The shadowy figure suddenly turned around and started coming closer to me. Seeing that I may actually be saved, I used every last ounce of strength to reach out toward the figure. 'Just a lil' more…!' as I tried to grip the dark glob of shadows that were only decimeters away. Suddenly, I was engulfed by the shadows as the figure lunged towards me with great force. As I was sent crashing into the ground, I noticed that the shadowy figure actually had a face. A face that seemed awfully familiar… But I was given no time to clarify this sudden information, as I landed onto the ground with a thud, spewing out trickles of blood out of my mouth due to my lungs becoming full of blood due to the cracks in my lungs. The shadowy figure slowly approached me, which filled my eyes with terror as I saw the nothingness in the eyes of this being. "Fear not, young one, for your time has not come yet…" said the so-called being as it reached for my eyelids and closed them for me.

Suddenly, I end up in my room, with a stinging pain to my abdomen as my dog jumped onto my bed to wake me up for his morning treat. His name is Max, a big, golden retriever with curly, lustrous coat, a muscular body structure, and weighs of 60 pounds. The battered clumps of fur clinging to his coat gives the idea of him being an old dog, but, as it turns out, he is only 4 years old, the battered clumps of fur come from his energetic nature, or so I presume.

"Okay, okay boy, you'll get your treat soon!" I said rashly, but happily, as I was ravaged by his fury of licks. "Down boy, down!"

As I got up to fetch his treat, with Max eagerly trailing behind, tail flinging around joyously. 'What a strange dream that was though…' I thought curiously, scratching my head with one hand, and grasping the bag of treats with the other, 'And why did I recognize that figure?' 'All of this makes no sense anymore…' I said with an exasperated sigh. 'Like the other dream's, it is, only a dream after all…right?'