The runaway beat of my heart and drown out the clock ticking and I’m trying to figure out exactly what I saw. It was like in the Middle Ages. I could fight in armor and be killed, even though I was a woman … Once again, it was so vivid dream that I was able to perfectly cast.
I’m going back into the pillows and I remember that when my big dream appeared for the first time. It’s been eighteen years and he seemed like six times, the first time I was four years old. At that time I did not understand what I see and I just was scared, but now, after all these years, I have to ask, where did this dream in my head four girls? Why is it so vivid dream? Why is it still the same?
To your questions about finding the answer, maybe if I go to sleep …
I gotta get out of here, that’s what I now ran head, so I forced to move his left knee, but I had the most focus and when he finally moved, I took the liberty to raise my head and look ahead.
My tired eyes managed to catch a glimpse of movement in front of me, but my thoughts were faster knew it was too late. And when the ax is biting into my throat was exposed, I realized that I feel nothing. I knew it was over and I was released without shame and with a smile she closed her eyes.
But then I felt the axe going through my throat and on, and I was screaming swung over a handle, but my hands just flapperd air above me, and I was horrified sitting on the bed with a puzzled look around the darkened room. In panic, I palpated, although sweaty but unharmed neck.
When I finally got his legs under him, he trickled out of me sweat, I labored breathing and the pain increased. Instead, I opted for a short break where I grabbed a lost breath and started to get up on its hands. It was even worse, but I knew that when I started I can not finish and I have to hurry so I rouse his shattered muscles to move faster, which have taken their toll.
Finally, I participated in the activities of the rest of the body, until I got to his knees and bowed his head to the stele I looked around, as far as I allowed my limited perspective. And as I feared … Around me they were scattered corpses on which he feasted scavengers and in the distance I heard the screams of the wounded, who were “lucky” and survived the bloody carving.
I am trying to control her sobs, trying to think as clearly as possible, but my thoughts keep returning to the memory. I fought and killed, and now I lie here in the mud. Was I slaughtered or hurt? I feel no excruciating pain, burning just exhausted muscles and enormous fatigue that held me in place.
I have to move, but then what? What if I lose my enemies and kill me when they see that I’m alive? Who won this battle?
Maybe it would be better if I stayed lying there, but I decided that I will not continue the lie and do possum. Slowly, trying his heavy legs to move underneath the body, but all I dressed in armor and get twice as big feet beneath the armor that protects my chest and abdomen, is harder and more strenuous than I thought and it took twice as long before I He expected.