In my dreams I've observed many things. I was visited by strangers bearings gifts with a visage as if we have once known eachother from a previous life or time at my door. Not mailman or delivery man, just them. Two, a blonde haired man with a denim jacket and a woman with a Coach designer brand luggage. Both carried an eager smile to be let in. I didn't recognize them enough to oblige so I took the two packages and left. What bewildered me is they never said anything. Just stood and staring at me, as if in anticipation for if my senses would, in turn , ellicite the question they seemed to be too eager to answer.
Utter chaos sunk along the city streets as I try to get home. Filled with wrecked cars, damaged roads and street cones to vere traffic off. Along my pursuit I ended on foot through, what I thought was an airport. The constant sound of screams from the people around me shook my nerves straight to the bone. Planes had begun crashing through the facility. I sprinted throughout a corridor when I was halted by the nose of an airplane smashing through the halls of the corridor I was running through. The rush of the plane nearly swept me over the now catered edge of the building and would have sent me to my inevitable death. I quickly turn around to sprint back until I was met with another near collision. Planes began to consistently smash through the facility, and begun to bring the building down to it's foundation.
The constant and sudden visions of people falling to their deaths, crushed and lay shattered in the wreckage fueled my sprint throughout the maze of obvious unmanned aircrafts. I continued my pursuit in haste but was stricken to find the facility had changed. I was in a maze. Red rooms, gold carpet and eccentric eastern designs shielded behing glass cases filled every corridor I passed. No more screams and no more wrecks. Just the sound of uncomfortable silence filled the Eastern-Esq designed rooms and hallways.
A sharp right turn to a door lead me outside in what I assumed was the buildings garden. I was met by an animal, small and frail thing that resembled a dog, yet could speak English. It knew me and asked for food. As it sat there along the pavement chained to a wall post, it spoke to me in a voice I recognized and was dear to me and it said it hadn't been fed in days
As I looked for something to feed it, a horrible sight stole my gaze and burned it's wickedness in my subconscious instantly. It was a thing, small, thick and lay roughly six inches long with feelers along its body causing a constant "squishy" sound as it wiggled across the floor. It bit me, yet I felt nothing .... not until I tried to remove it. It clung to my flesh with such force that I felt I had to tear my own skin off to remove it. As it slowly ripped bit by bit of my skin, I observed the teeth of this thing. Many sharp long fangs were in its orifice. I cried in pain as the last bit came from this leeches' bite and I was disgusted to see maggots along the wound. This leech of some sort regurgitated these as it bit down.
In a blessing, I awoke to find myself safe. Although I can see hear the leech and see it, I'm safe in my bed. That is, until I fall asleep again.
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