I was just gliding along a rolling paved road who knows where. The golden light of the morning and the lush green grass on either side of the road told me it was summer time, if not late spring. I was lost in thought– lyrics that don’t make much sense upon recalling– as I traveled up a mild incline.
At first I seemed alone, but eventually saw a woman traveling the opposite direction. She had a beauty that seemed to be from another time, perhaps a century past. I complemented her as she passed, and she gave an odd smile and continued briskly on.
Curious, I turned around and followed her as she descended into a thick canopy of trees. I hadn’t recalled traveling through this forrest, and wondered if I’d been moving along with my eyes closed for part of my journey.
Upon entering this forest, the mysterious woman was nowhere to be seen, and darkness rapidly descended. I moved along more cautiously, and soon became aware of what seemed to be the silhouettes of three hooded figures huddled closely together at the side of the road.
Curiosity again drew me near, despite the foreboding I sensed about these figures. Peering from their dark cloaks were small, wrinkled otherworldly faces with beady black eyes. As I came closer, their mouths dropped open, making a hissing sucking sound. They did not appear to do anything other than stare with a piercing, unearthly gaze.
These figures were altogether unsettling.
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I awoke from the chilling visage of these figures to realize the sucking sound was my own breathing as my nose was congested, forcing me to try to breath through my mouth.
Sleep had fled, so I briefly rehearsed this dream to write it later, before seeking distraction to shake off the nightmare.