A happy serene dream set full vision of myself, leap legs up in a team strikes earth stumbling, tingle a sunbeam I am kicking fierce this dust.
Rays blinding my eyes burn hot wave skin pits, sought warmth steam hits shredding to harm, descending heat pins forth its out from high.
The forest's edge quiet this hush set tempting, through tall bush going effort seek comforting, push a sucker had for safety my wish its dark.
Sight it's noticing this mark on me these eyes, lark this form close to a tree trunk in its shade, in its dark stand figure it felt there motionless.
Belief a man is hidden not seen doubts exists, out peers there a form black unseen is inside, given perception I of its formation a teen Ninja.
The dark moving from the trunk to a limb see, leaped mist off the tree seemingly descending, feeling slightly strange a bee touches not land.
Ball of smoke bubbles reaching arms it whips, changing by call built to a man shaped body, fall his sudden hits like that seen a solid figure.
Test flesh torn rips by elongated iron fingers, horrified not to rest I've cut on my back, with a threat pest seen dream during my night's sleep.
My life given true Elm Street a told nightmare.
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Author Notes
True act of endurance told you could not in your sleep get harmed, wishing it was fantasy, having physical proof something did happen.
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