I can feel him pressing down harder and harder with each press of his hands, over my nose and mouth. His grip is strong I am losing air... I can't breathe... I am fighting with all my might, but it seems to be of no use, he is much stronger than I am. I can see him through the sheer cloth that is being held over my face, but not very well, my vision is getting a little blurry. I struggle, I am using all the little bit of energy that I have to fight back. I can feel the texture of the fabric rubbing against my skin, as my hands are beginning to feel numb, now my whole body. I am slowly slipping away. Then I suddenly awake frightened! With sweat dripping all over my body.
My name is Azeta and I have had these dreams ever since I was a little girl. I could never figure them out, and they just keep coming back. The older I become the more intense they get. I remember as a child I use to awake in the middle of the night screaming frantically and clutching my sheet. My parents would run into my room to console me. I can still remember one night when my dad came running in to my room after one of my horrible nightmares had awaken me screaming and clutching my sheet. Dad looked at me and said "Honey I brought something special for you!" he handed to me, and I said " A baseball!"
I can still see him looking at it with amazement. "Not just any baseball, a very special baseball. This baseball will ensure that none of those horrible things that you see in your vision ever hurt you." I held it in my hands and looked keenly at it, and said to myself that I will hold on to this as long as I live.
Well that was 17 years ago, I am now 22 and a college student. I guess the baseball did the trick, I am still here. To this very day I sleep with it right next to my bed, on my night stand is where it usually stays.
As of lately I have this feeling, something seems to be drawing me, to where I do not know. My dreams are beginning to repeat themselves more frequently... I see this man who never seems to speak, he is leading me into some forest of some kind, a place I have never seen before. He is a man of medium built, with black hair he is quite handsome, probably around his fifties... He wears a black suit, but in some of my visions he is wearing a gray suit. I don't know why the colors change, there seems to always be some sort of mysteries in my dreams, I guess there for me to unravel. The question I keep asking myself though is... Why am I seeing them, and what is there that needs to be revealed? I must find out what it is!
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