Dream Sequence Drafts

Hey guys,

I like to dabble in writing, but like most writers out there, don't expect it to go further than my laptop screen/diary pages. I just want to put some dream sequences on here to see what people think I guess. They are out of context, the context being the rest of a 40,000 personal project, still unfinished. If there is a way to let me know what you think, please let me know. Also, bear in mind this is still a first draft, like I haven't even gone back over it and edited anything so even if they are words saying how crap it is, be gentle.

Thanks, guys.

Dream 1:

I woke up on a damp floor, covered in something slimy and gritty. Spots blurred my vision, and my head pounded leaving a ringing sensation in my ears. I somehow knew where I was but I also knew I wasn’t safe. Gritting my teeth together to stop from crying, I called out a name.

“Xavier!” I panicked, and tried listening for anything in response. Silence. I tried again, calling out Xavier’s name, but also trying for Kai. All I heard in response was a distant sound of water dripping.

I blinked and a figure stood before me, his face masked by the shadows.

“Shut up” he spat at me with obvious disgust.

I curled myself into a ball and dragged myself into the corner of the room as the figure stepped forward, continuing to tower over me. The figure then bent down and reached out tentatively as I stared at his face trying to uncover the identity. He stopped just before coming into contact with my face, and we stared at each other for a moment. Then, without warning his hand lurched forwards and wrapped itself around my throat, stopping the airflow. I grasped at his hand, using my nails to claw at his fingers that was slowly getting tighter around my neck.

“Please” I gasped, already feeling consciousness leaving me.

The figure lifted me up from the ground and my feet dragged across the floor as he pulled me closer to him. Our faces were inches apart yet I still couldn’t finally make out the details on his face. It’s strange – the space where the figure’s face should be was hollow, his features being shadowed by darkness.

“Xavier” I tried once more. “Please.” I gasped once more before my vision blurred with white spots again and I blacked out.

Dream 2:

A scream pierced my eardrum, and I felt my inner ear reverberate with the after effects. Snapping my eyes open I shook my head, inspecting where I was and trying to calm my breathing. That obviously wasn’t fucking happening but it was worth a shot. Darkness loomed around me except two single spotlights again. One landed over me and the other to a bed next to me with a blonde girl lying peacefully strapped to it. Reality hit me hard as I suddenly realised I too was strapped to the bed, however my limbs felt heavy with sleep, as though my mind was disconnected from them somehow. Footsteps echoed around me, as though coming from all directions. Again, I snapped my head everywhere trying to find the source of the movement. Out of the corner of my eye I finally noticed a tall, slender man walking towards me. His face was covered by a cloak’s hood so he was shielded by darkness. “You’re awake.” He spoke to me. The deep throaty nature of his voice sent shivers down my spine. This man was no human. He showed no signs of compassion or humanity in his voice. Well, shit. He continued walking towards me, stopping inches from my paralysed body as he bent down to whisper in my ear. “You did very well, sweetie.” The man’s use of a pet name for me made bile rise in my throat. I had a feeling it was not used as a term of endearment. Good movie, by the way. I felt his breath on my ear before I felt his teeth prick my lobe, causing vomit to rise in my throat.

“Get the fuck away from me.” I thought I said it, but by looking at his smug body language, I realised my face was still paralysed and I had only thought it. Damn, I had so much confidence too.

He began walking away from me towards the other girl and panic rose in my body. Adrenaline caused my muscles to spasm and I realised I was moving. Still tied down to the bed I caused my wrists and ankles to burn with the friction of my rapid movements. Testing my voice once again, I growled at the man.

“Don’t you fucking dare touch a single hair on that girl’s head.”

He turned around swiftly, leaning back on his ankles as if he was perfectly content in the current situation.

“There’s no need. She’s already dead.”