I can’t move. My arms, my legs won’t move. There’s feeling in them, the muscles are firing, but there’s no movement. The harder I struggle, the less I can move. My breath is slow labored.
There’s nothing solid around me. I’m suspended above the ground, almost floating. My legs are trapped against some sort of rope, a cable maybe. My arms are tied to my chest. Immobile.
I can hear my heartbeat, my head is pounding.
I feel movement above me. My whole body shakes as the vibrations move down the wires. My heart beats faster.
I try to look up, but my vision is blocked, my head lashed to the wires.
Suddenly a shape appears near my legs. It’s thin, long, black.
The shape is connected to something. Dark, massive. It hovers over me. Never moving, never still. My vision begins to clear. Details become vivid, bright. There’s long, thin strands sprouting off both shapes. Some longer than others, moving as the breeze changes.
The shape moves again.
Suddenly I’m face-to-face with a pair of massive fangs. Hot air slams against my cheeks, blood rushing to them as my heart beats faster. My ears ring as a cry bellows from behind the massive teeth. I can feel sweat bead on my forehead. Saliva drips from both the fangs onto my perspiring body.
The ear-shattering sound ceases.
A few more sweltering breaths against my face. I clench my eyes closed, waiting for the inevitable.
The breathing slows.
I ease open one eye, slowly. Making sure it’s safe to open the other. I ease open the second eye, cautiously.
I stare into the eyes of the beast. Black, dark, fierce. I stare straight back, trying not to let my fear show. It maintains its gaze and I hold mine.
It lets out a long breath, its eyes soften. I search its expression, try to find its soul. Its eyes soften some more.
There’s curiosity. At what, I wonder. My eyes, my shape, the way I hold her stare?
I begin to see further into her eyes. See the outer reachers of her soul. There’s pain. Resentment, regret. I try to search deeper, holding her stare. In the back of my mind, I know the longer I stare, the further she can see into my soul, my secrets.
Her outer soul is stout, repelling my attempts to venture further. I just hold my gaze. I allow my defenses to drop.
Her eyes begin to sadden.
I plunge deeper, paster her outer reaches. I see the curiosity, the adventure, bright and brilliant. There’s passion, courage, inspiration. Its colors are alluring, sensational. My mind reels. I’m dizzy with excitement. I want to know more, go further.
I continue, dig deeper.
The colors stop.
I enter into a fog, a gray, murky abyss. I can’t see anything. It’s as if she’s searching for something, missing something. Neither of us know what it is. It’s as if we’re both just floating.
I snap back to the present, to the fangs and hot breath in front of my face. One final glance, and she’s gone.
A chill rushes over me.
I struggle to look for her.
I struggle to gaze into her soul.
One last time.
To help her find what she’s looking for.
I sit straight up. I look around. Darkness around me. I’m back in my room, in my bed. I feel sweat pouring from my face, my heart races, trying to keep up with my breath.
It was all a dream.
A Toast: To Nightmares