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I woke up gasping, thrashing under the covers that stuck to my sweat-drenched skin. My eyes whirled around, still trying to make sense of what they saw. The dark shapes of my bedroom furniture loomed menacingly in the darkness of my room.
My heart still pounding, I laid back against my pillow, pushing my damp hair off my forehead. It had been a dream, only a dream. I wanted to close my eyes, but I knew if I did the images from my dream would flash behind my eyelids. Instead I stared at the ceiling, but it didn’t seem to matter. Within a matter of moments, the dark images from the dream flashed in my mind’s eye. The heavy, dark clouds; the strangely menacing stone pathway; and most disturbing: the birds.
I wasn’t sure why the birds were the worst part of the inexplicable dream, but they were somehow terrifying. They were huge and black and circled endlessly around me as I travelled down the stone path. Occasionally one of them swooped down so close that I could feel the woosh of their wings against my face as I ducked to avoid them.
I continued to move down the stone path, though I knew not where it led. As I walked, the clouds began to swirl around my feet, forming a thick fog that made it impossible to see my path. My feet slowed, but didn’t stop. Soon, the fog began to clear and I found myself standing in front of a huge gilt-framed mirror. In its reflection I could see the birds that continued to swoop down and circle. I could see the dark clouds too. But as I looked, I realized the one thing I couldn’t see was my own reflection.
Wordlessly, I screamed and the mirror faded away, morphing into the dark familiar shapes of my bedroom.
My heart finally began to slow, and I felt my eyes growing heavy once again. Yet even as I drifted back to sleep, something about the dream nagged at my consciousness, pulling and gnawing at me. It was just a dream, I told myself sleepily. Just a dream.
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