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 …
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 fall asleep in the silence of the empty room and the only thing it interrupts the ticking clock on the wall. I try not to think about anything and after a while I feel the slowly sinking into unconsciousness.
When I open my eyes again, I have a hazy look and disorientation. My head flies issues such as missiles. Where am I? Why am I here? And who am I?
After a while winking I get a clear view, but still can not see anything because my face was subdued in the mud. Gradually beginning to realize the pain throughout the body and sudden fatigue that pushes my face deeper into the mud. Slowly I breathe in through the nose, but now I regret it begins with me queasy. That smell … It’s just mud and blood … but a lot of blood.