Post by Kate Bishop on Apr 25, 2024 13:01:09 GMT -5
Kate's first day of her sophomore year at New Salem University started with a jolt of panic. Nightmares had plagued her sleep, causing her to wake up late in a cold sweat. In a frenzy, she rushed through her morning routine, barely managing to get ready in time for her first class. Sliding into her seat just as the professor began, she tried to shake off the lingering unease from her restless night.
As the lecture droned on, Kate struggled to stay focused. Last night's dream weighed heavily on her mind, its vivid details still fresh in her memory. She could almost taste the metallic tang of fear, feel the icy tendrils of the forest air, hear the deafening silence broken only by the rustle of leaves underfoot, and sense the oppressive presence of the hunting dogs tracking her in her subconscious.
Then, it happened. Despite her best efforts to stay awake, fatigue overtook her, and Kate drifted into an unintended slumber right there in the classroom. Instantly, Kate was transported back into the dreamscape, the dense forest closing in around her like a sinister embrace.
In the dream, the sleek black dogs, their eyes glowing with a feral hunger, hunted her relentlessly. Their barks and growls echoed through the dense foliage, each sound a chilling reminder of her impending doom. Every step felt like a struggle as thick and gnarled roots tangled around her ankles and branches, sharp and unforgiving, snatched at her clothing and hair. The sense of impending danger was palpable, the hungry beasts closing in with each passing moment.
It was a nightmare brought to life, and Kate's heart raced as she fought to escape the relentless pursuit. Fear and desperation gripped her, each breath a struggle as she tried to outrun the dogs. The dream seemed to stretch on endlessly, a tormenting loop of fear and desperation.
Eventually, Kate jolted awake back in the classroom, her heart pounding in her chest. The professor's voice faded back into focus, but Kate couldn't shake off the lingering terror of her dream. It was a day marked by bad luck and unsettling visions, leaving her yearning for the safety of reality and the comfort of daylight, a stark contrast to the nightmare she had just escaped.
As the lecture droned on, Kate struggled to stay focused. Last night's dream weighed heavily on her mind, its vivid details still fresh in her memory. She could almost taste the metallic tang of fear, feel the icy tendrils of the forest air, hear the deafening silence broken only by the rustle of leaves underfoot, and sense the oppressive presence of the hunting dogs tracking her in her subconscious.
Then, it happened. Despite her best efforts to stay awake, fatigue overtook her, and Kate drifted into an unintended slumber right there in the classroom. Instantly, Kate was transported back into the dreamscape, the dense forest closing in around her like a sinister embrace.
In the dream, the sleek black dogs, their eyes glowing with a feral hunger, hunted her relentlessly. Their barks and growls echoed through the dense foliage, each sound a chilling reminder of her impending doom. Every step felt like a struggle as thick and gnarled roots tangled around her ankles and branches, sharp and unforgiving, snatched at her clothing and hair. The sense of impending danger was palpable, the hungry beasts closing in with each passing moment.
It was a nightmare brought to life, and Kate's heart raced as she fought to escape the relentless pursuit. Fear and desperation gripped her, each breath a struggle as she tried to outrun the dogs. The dream seemed to stretch on endlessly, a tormenting loop of fear and desperation.
Eventually, Kate jolted awake back in the classroom, her heart pounding in her chest. The professor's voice faded back into focus, but Kate couldn't shake off the lingering terror of her dream. It was a day marked by bad luck and unsettling visions, leaving her yearning for the safety of reality and the comfort of daylight, a stark contrast to the nightmare she had just escaped.