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Dear reader,

My dreams are frightening me. I stand alone in a field and look over a vast valley of rolling green grass. As I look down at my feet I am not touching the ground, I hover so softly over the earth. Each star shines so fiercely as if trying to compete with one another. The moon, being the brightest and knowing that it is such, mocks the rest as it smiles down at me. There are no trees here in this valley. I can see far into the horizon. The smell? Of the ocean, I must be close, but I see nothing but the rolling grasses.

Suddenly,
I fall, but I do not land upon the grass that had been underfoot just a moment before ; only water. An endless expanse of salt water. I can breathe, though I am under the waves. Quite still do I float. I worry of the beasts who lurk in the shadows. Of course those beasts could out swim me by a mile. Up I swim, but I find no surface. As far up as I push myself, there is only water there. The taste? Unpleasant, as if I had gulped down a glass of cold salt water, and kept going back for more, my thirst never quenched. The sound? Serene, calming, though eerie. The moans of beasts larger then life meet my ears. My mind tells me to drop my eyelids and listen, but panic overtakes me; for I am human. Only bubbles come forth as I open my mouth to scream to the moon to save me, but he only stares. What can he do? Foolish of me to call to him.

As quick as I had reached that destination, I vanished. In darkness I stand. A sight? No. A sound? Nothing but my own breathing. A smell? Death. It rots. Like the smell wafting from a newly blood drenched battlefield, when the sun shone high and hot over the bodies of the once brave fools, vultures swooping down for their meal. I stand on something solid, but what is it? Who knows? I do not, even though I stand upon it, but it does not seem to worry me. Nothing does anymore. In this darkness I am at peace with myself, with what I was, and what I will be. I lift my fingers to eye level, so I may fix my gaze upon them. Once smooth, soft, and well-taken care of, there is no flesh or muscle; only bone. I am the smell I had take in. I have rotted away as quickly as a tear falls from a cheek. Frightened? No. Peaceful? Now, forever and ever.

Sincerely,

Description
Dear reader,

My dreams are frightening me. I stand alone in a field and look over a vast valley of rolling green grass. As I look down at my feet I am not touching the ground, I hover so softly over the earth. Each star shines so fiercely as if trying to compete with one another. The moon, being the brightest and knowing that it is such, mocks the rest as it smiles down at me. There are no trees here in this valley. I can see far into the horizon. The smell? Of the ocean, I must be close, but I see nothing but the rolling grasses.

Suddenly,
I fall, but I do not land upon the grass that had been underfoot just a moment before ; only water. An endless expanse of salt water. I can breathe, though I am under the waves. Quite still do I float. I worry of the beasts who lurk in the shadows. Of course those beasts could out swim me by a mile. Up I swim, but I find no surface. As far up as I push myself, there is only water there. The taste? Unpleasant, as if I had gulped down a glass of cold salt water, and kept going back for more, my thirst never quenched. The sound? Serene, calming, though eerie. The moans of beasts larger then life meet my ears. My mind tells me to drop my eyelids and listen, but panic overtakes me; for I am human. Only bubbles come forth as I open my mouth to scream to the moon to save me, but he only stares. What can he do? Foolish of me to call to him.

As quick as I had reached that destination, I vanished. In darkness I stand. A sight? No. A sound? Nothing but my own breathing. A smell? Death. It rots. Like the smell wafting from a newly blood drenched battlefield, when the sun shone high and hot over the bodies of the once brave fools, vultures swooping down for their meal. I stand on something solid, but what is it? Who knows? I do not, even though I stand upon it, but it does not seem to worry me. Nothing does anymore. In this darkness I am at peace with myself, with what I was, and what I will be. I lift my fingers to eye level, so I may fix my gaze upon them. Once smooth, soft, and well-taken care of, there is no flesh or muscle; only bone. I am the smell I had take in. I have rotted away as quickly as a tear falls from a cheek. Frightened? No. Peaceful? Now, forever and ever.

Sincerely,