DREAM DRAWING! Read on....
A little while ago I had this dream which I haven't been able to decipher, or get out of my head. So I drew it! Want to hear my dream?
BEGIN SCENE: I'm in a pretty large forest at night, and if I look up, I can see that the trees are tall; their canopies are so full that they almost block out the light, however it must be close to a full moon, as I can make out enough detail in the darkness to move. Which is good, because I need to keep running. Someone is after me. After us? There's plenty of other people in this forest too. People I don't know, but we're all running because we're terrified of what's coming. I can hear them crashing through the bushes, tripping, sticks breaking, gravel sliding, hard breathing, feet pounding. I hear a scream; and then a gunshot. Another scream, more screaming, a gunshot, more gunshots, and those screams are cut short. I'm trying to run, but I'm getting tangled up, my skin is getting scratched by sharp sticks in the cold undergrowth. I'm losing my wind from running so hard, but I know that I need to be quiet, so I try to control my ragged breath unsucessfully. I can feel him coming after me now. There's no sound from the others, he must have gotten to them. I come to a part of the forest that is so dense I can't move forwards anymore. The trees, bushes, and rocks have created a dead end and I'm stuck in it. I turn around to run back the way that I came, but it's too late. He's right behind me. It's too dark to make out his features, his face is obscured in darkness within the shadows of a hooded jacket. And although I can't see his face, I can tell that he is smiling. He has enjoyed his night, but he has a purpose. He holds out his right hand to me, palm up, and opens his fingers. "They have been getting these." Bullets. A handful of shiny gold bullets, rattling, clinking in his hand. "But you're special." He holds out his left hand. Even in the darkness, I can tell that what he is holding is a human heart. Is it still beating? There's blood dripping from his hand, as he thrusts the hand towards me and growls: "You'll be getting this." I inhale to scream, but wake up instead, eyes wide.