Feeling the weight on my legs like lead. I can't run any more and my lungs feel like they are on fire. The dark shadows of the shadow dogs are all around me. No matter where I go I can see them. They even cross over into my waking state. Sometimes I'll see them laying in the shadows. Looking there waiting for something to happen. As I turn in the dreams I can hear the voices. As it is often in dreams I can't tell what's being said or by whom. I can feel the harsh cold earth beneath my feet. Walking on my toes as if in the darkness it will help me to be more stealthy. My legs and back hurt. Yet there is part of me that nags me in the dream. How can things hurt if I'm dreaming?
Then the fear is back... fear that sends me flying. I find myself in a store of some sort. Looking through the lanes. Trying to see things. Feeling the fear take over with a sense of urgency that I need to find the way through and out. It's then that I hear them... growling low and seeking through the shadows.
They are on me clawing.. bitting..
I wake. Sweating... with huge bruises on my forearm and bicep.
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