• its pitch black and i am chasing somone
    this figure seems meloncholy in its escape perhaps crying
    this gose on for a few minuets then the figure dissappiers and the darkness starts to fade
    i am out of breath and panting

    the darkness is gone now and i see a lake
    i hear somone call my name from behind i look back and noones there

    adjasent from me on the lake is the shodowy figure i was chasing
    curled into the fetal position

    i swin across the lake still panting to meet this figure and the figure starts to take the shape of somone dear to me
    i touch you and caress you trying to open you from your ball of isolation the voice behind me calls again and i turn to look

    noone's there

    when i turn back you are gone
    i call out to you for what seems like hours mabe even days
    i see you in the distance smilling and open armed ready to embrace me and i run to you

    but i never make it
    i wake up