Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Dream 2


The car had flipped over, my friends were no were to be seen.

Ice. The culprit in the situation.

The sky was divided into red and black armies, I watched as they collided and fire was dispelled. 

Wind hit me in the face and I was in a familiar place, my old home.

I heard screaming and yelling all around but no one was there.

I turned around when I heard her voice.

Everything goes white...