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i was walking through this old village. thatched roof cottages surrounded me. but there was no one around. it looked as though no one had been there for some time. i followed the path to the center of the village and finally found someone. a little girl with black hair and a torn dirty white dress. she was sitting up against a wall of one of the cottages. she had her knees tucked up close to her chest. she looked to be about 6 or 7 years old. she was crying quietly to herself. the tears made clean lines down her filthy face. i asked her why she was crying. and she grabbed me by my leg and cried out 'they're all dead' i tried calming her down and she grabbed me by the hand and pulled me into one of the nearby cottages. the one room home was disgusting. there were rats and maggots picking through the rotton food laying out on the table. there were bloody handprints on the walls of the cottage. the little girl pulled me towards the window. we watched as for men dressed in black riding black horses passed by the window. i willed myself not to make a sound. the little girl was absolutely silent. i looked at her to see if she was okay. and blood had started pouring from her eyes, nose and mouth. i screamed and ran from the cottage right into the arms of one of the men dressed in black. he pulled back his hood and reavealed his face or at least what was left of his face, his eyes were missing and his nose had worn away. his bottom jaw looked as though it had been ripped off. he grabbed me by my hair and dragged me back to his horse. i started to cough up blood and cry blood as the little girl had. the men took me to a field just outside of the village and tied me to a tree. then they lit the tree on fire....

I'm not sure if it was a nightmare. But I dreamed last night something that really stuck with me. I was sitting beneath a weeping willow tree, writing in a book. It was a worn leatherbound book with worn pages. It was really still. There was no sound whatsoever. So I continued writing when this breeze picked up. I looked up and across the field was a man. It was too far away to make out who he was. he was dressed in all black and his long black hair flew free in the wind. He just stood there watching me, and I watched him watch me. Then as suddenly as he was there he was gone just kinda disappeared. So I returned to my writing. Then I heard something and looked up and stared into the eyes of a big black wolf. I tried to sit very still and not make a move but he knocked me down and just kinda kept me there. He was pretty freakin big for a wolf. So I tried not to freak out or struggle. He didn't make a sound, he didn't growl or anything. He just looked at me. I closed my eyes willing myself not to cry. And when I openned them again he was gone....





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