The reality of a dream
What happens when a nightmare is really happening.
By Cheryl E PrestonPublished 12 months ago • 1 min read
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I was walking through a dark and lonely wooded area late at night. It was pitch black the only sound was the chirping crickets. With each step, apprehension grew and filled my soul with dread. I knew at the end of the path would be something unearthly and evil because I had this dream before. I began telling myself to wake up but it was to no avail. I kept dreaming and walking until I reached the clearing and running toward me was a huge wolflike creature with teeth bared I froze and pinched myself-this was no dream. I'm ended.
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Cheryl E Preston
Cheryl is a widow who enjoys writing about current events, soap spoilers and baby boomer nostalgia. Tips are greatly appreciated.
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The original(?) & most possibly most potent sense of deja vu! Beautiful.