Through this dream I was running as fast as my short legs could handle.
The sky was as red as blood, with clouds that looked like soot. I was dashing between warehouses and I couldn't quite get away from whatever was chasing me, which made no sound but this strange humming noise. It was a terrifying escape, one that I couldn't even perform properly. I rounded a corner of the warehouse and the wolf caught me.
It's eyes were red and yellow, and it's fur was gray. It didn't have teeth so I don't know how it bit me, but it jumped on me like a man and started to eat me. I could feel my ribs popping in it's fangs. This I started calling the Man-wolf, who would visit me so much when I slept, terrorizing and teaching me.
At that point I decided I had had enough of this dream. In my physical, waking body, my hands raised up and yanked my eyelids open, and all the chaotic noises from my dream suddenly muffled and died away. The sparking light of noon hit my eyes and my world fell quiet, me seeing nothing but the orange of my eyelids.
I got up ten minutes later, proud that I had woken myself up from the dream by force.
...Retrospectively, I'm a really weird kid...
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