Blog Post #4
My Scariest Dream
I am walking in a mall when I notice a man glancing at me from across the hallway. He is larger, bald, wearing a leather jacket and he is heading in my directing. I know that I need to run, but my feet won’t move. I try my hardest but I cannot move faster than a steady walk. He is coming towards me and all I can do is hope for a distraction. I am nearing the exit of the mall. Suddenly, heat curdles my blood. I start coughing out the black smoke that descends into my lungs. I look over to see a fire in the middle of the hallway and it is spreading faster than I can walk. A dreading fear casts over me because I needed to get to the bench that I started at. I need to go back into the middle of the mall. I can see my baby doll sitting on the bench in the distance. I must risk dying to get to her. I urge my feet to move faster than the steady pace that they are set at. Relief washes over me when I get to my doll. I look up and all I can see is fire and the black smoke which is billowing towards me. There is no chance to escape.