Lucid & Graphic: Dreams That Vie For Reality
I often have very vivid and realistic dreams. I wonder how your mind can create such events from your simple and every day life? How is it that your mind can figure such emotions that have never been felt by you? Places that you have never seen? People you have never met? We only use 10% of our brains. I think I am begining to see what the other 90% is used for. This is a dream of mine from the other night.
A golden band of light was lowering itself on the horizon, giving the heavy snow-laiden ground a violet glow. I tucked my legs closer to me and bowed my head as the rocking of the wagon swayed me. I rested a hand on the floppy eared head of my old hunting dog that slumbered next to me. The younger pups trailed beside the wagon, playing with eachother in the snow. I donât know whether I saw them, or sensed them first as I whipped my head up, narrowing my eyes on the open field behind us. My old dog sat up in alert with me. My breath hazed my vision as a gasp escaped my lips.
Bounding out of the tree line, came one howling horror after the next. Their dark blured figures in the distance gave way to their white and grey pelts. âWOLVES!â I cried. I was with three others in the wagon, that I can now, only assume were my father, mother, and two other brothers. My father looked back over his shoulder as he cracked his reins. My mother and youngest brother grabbed onto the front seat to steady themselves as the wagon lurched forward. My brother and I grabbed our shotguns that lay inbetween us. I took aim.
Their dark and focused eyes saw me clearly as their hunger drove them closer and closer to us. I fired my rifle, pinging one on my left, I fired again missing another. I reloaded as my brother took his first shots. The stride of the horses felt as though it would rock the wagon apart, giving us poor aim. They were right behind us now, and their were atleast a dozen of them. My heart raced filling my ears with the ringing of terror.
They were coming at us on the sides now. I heard one of our horses whinny as a wolf leapt at her. The wagon slowed as she was dragged to the ground. Everything seemed to go silent in an instant, then I saw its teeth. The beast took its opening and lunged at me. I saw nothing but blackness in that moment. I could hear my brother firing and my mother screaming. The large body of the wolf engulfing me underneathe it. I put up my arms in deffense, only to find my right hand to be sharply snapped down upon. I whailed as he thrashed his head from side to side, mangling the easily torn flesh of my fingers.
Somehow, amidst the smells of blood, and the darkness, I found my rifle. I raised it and brougt the butt of the gun crashing down against its scull. The beast yelped and released its jaws. I swung again, striking it in the eye. I could feel the soft tissue give way against the gun and felt the wolfâs blood spurt from the now mutilated socket.
The weight of the wolf and the darkness left me. I could see nothing but the white of snow now, as I leapt from the wagon and landed on the icy ground. My heart exploding in me, and my body being taken over by flight, I ran. My brain raced through blood and teeth and those screams that suddenly became alien. I didnât hear the cries of my family. I only heard the percution of my own life hammering away inside me.
We werenât far from home. I could see the dark windows of the cabin, like hallow eyes staring at me as I ran towards it. I felt something approaching me from behind. My mind pinged like a tuning fork and was ready to be struck again. Nothing came, it wasnât the sound of padded terror, but that of boots crunching in a sprint behind me. I reached the cabin door and flung myself into the dark room that seemed like a hallow cave now. My brother slammed the door behind him, slumping and panting against it.
We could do nothing but listen to their screams. Their gurgled attempts of a cry as they were being consumed by those nashing jaws. It seemed an eternity until silence plucked us out of our numbing fear. Pain was next to come racing forth. My hand zinged with agony as I instinctively grabbed for it. There was nothing but pulpy flesh and exposed bone where the fingers once were. It was all I had now. Silence, and the flowing blood I abandoned all else to preserve.
