In my dreams, I'm always running or trying to escape. We were being hunted down. My family and friends. I didn't know what they wanted but I knew we were in danger.
I had to protect them. The people I loved. But my powers were diminishing.
I was weak. Alex was severely injured. My mother escaped with him to heal his wounds.
We had to get away.
We escaped in my car. My father stayed back to give us time. I was exhausted. I wasn't driving. Too tired. I collapsed in the back seat with Peter and my brother. Peter held me tightly as I slept on his shoulder. We were safe for now.
I woke up with a startled shock:
Who was driving?
1 comment:
Fantastic dream. Maybe it was an automatic car like Bumblebee xD
Your dream rocks compared to my zombie infestation =P
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