As soon as my head hit the pillow, I began to run. My dream started out in complete darkness, which was typical. I always started out running. It was always this long dark hallway, with bits of light peeking underneath doorways. As I passed them I could hear my father yelling- sometimes yelling at me to grab something, or telling me off for breaking something valuable, or even sometimes just yelling to yell. That's why I had to keep my footsteps quiet in these dreams, or else the door would open and I would wake up in a cold sweat. Sometimes I even had to relive my memory of that yelling.
I had just rounded the corner of the hallway, my feet skidding across the floor. Even though I was acutely aware I was dreaming, I took a few steadying breaths. My tail flicked around my feet, drifting up dust. I hated this maze I was in every night; come to think of it, I've had this same dream every night for my whole life. No matter how much I ran or cried, my memories never changed. I was so sick of it.
When I heard the soft footsteps, I darted forward. I had never been captured by the thing behind me, and I wasn't going to start now. Any time before I spared a look behind me, I saw a drooling monster with rows and rows of sharp teeth. It resembled the monster my father kept in a pit in his basement, the one he'd threaten to feed me to if I messed up. I huffed and puffed as I put a little more speed into my gait, even getting on all fours and darting through the hallway.
I turned one corner after another, even with the darkness beginning to choke me out I knew where to turn. I was trusting my gut instinct now since there were no more doors dotting the walls. As far as I could tell I could be in a tunnel now, and the textures underneath my feet and hands told me as much that I wasn't on tile any more.
I had never reached this far before in my dreams, and the thought of something new shot my muscles with much needed adrenaline. Didn't you have to dream of a location you'd been to before? I didn't even know where I was, but my gut seemed to know where to guide me. I sprung forth, right into a bush with just enough force to get me through its branches. Instantly my eyes dilated, hitting light.
I was in a clearing with a brightly beautiful sky up above. I took a moment to admire it as I had never seen anything so stunning before, and as I kneeled down with my head up towards the sky I felt a hand on my shoulder.
Suddenly I was five years old again.
"Meryt," My mother cooed, her claws delicately pulling a leaf out of my hair. "You're going to have to take better care of yourself."
I was all too aware of this memory. This was the night she left me.
"Why did you leave, mom?" I asked, twisting my head around so I could see her in my dream.
Mother's feline shaped head slumped forward a bit, and I couldn't make out how she felt. "I didn't want to leave you, but your father made me." She answered, tipping up my chin with her claws gently. "Don't believe a word your father has ever told you, my sweet Meryt. You are destined to do great things. Please believe me."
I scoffed. Typical motherly love, I guess.
"I'm serious. You do not have to follow in your father's footsteps, and you know this deep down inside. Why do you insist on becoming Argentum?"
I furrowed my brows. This was not how this went in her past, not at all. "How do you know that?" I asked, my tail curling in my lap. My mom sat down next to me on the ground, wrapping her own tail around my waist.
"I'm watching you from the sky, I always have been. It's not too late, you can always turn back."
I hugged my mom. I wept, like the weak child I was. It felt so nice to have her comforting arms around me again, a face full of her mane.
It was taken away all too soon when I was shaken awake by a street kid dropping some sort of cold white stuff in my face.
"HAHA, GOT YOU VEGA!" The kid screamed before bolting. Before I knew it, I was in a snowball fight.
I had never seen snow before, but I guess I would be experiencing
a lot of firsts these next few days.
I had just rounded the corner of the hallway, my feet skidding across the floor. Even though I was acutely aware I was dreaming, I took a few steadying breaths. My tail flicked around my feet, drifting up dust. I hated this maze I was in every night; come to think of it, I've had this same dream every night for my whole life. No matter how much I ran or cried, my memories never changed. I was so sick of it.
When I heard the soft footsteps, I darted forward. I had never been captured by the thing behind me, and I wasn't going to start now. Any time before I spared a look behind me, I saw a drooling monster with rows and rows of sharp teeth. It resembled the monster my father kept in a pit in his basement, the one he'd threaten to feed me to if I messed up. I huffed and puffed as I put a little more speed into my gait, even getting on all fours and darting through the hallway.
I turned one corner after another, even with the darkness beginning to choke me out I knew where to turn. I was trusting my gut instinct now since there were no more doors dotting the walls. As far as I could tell I could be in a tunnel now, and the textures underneath my feet and hands told me as much that I wasn't on tile any more.
I had never reached this far before in my dreams, and the thought of something new shot my muscles with much needed adrenaline. Didn't you have to dream of a location you'd been to before? I didn't even know where I was, but my gut seemed to know where to guide me. I sprung forth, right into a bush with just enough force to get me through its branches. Instantly my eyes dilated, hitting light.
I was in a clearing with a brightly beautiful sky up above. I took a moment to admire it as I had never seen anything so stunning before, and as I kneeled down with my head up towards the sky I felt a hand on my shoulder.
Suddenly I was five years old again.
"Meryt," My mother cooed, her claws delicately pulling a leaf out of my hair. "You're going to have to take better care of yourself."
I was all too aware of this memory. This was the night she left me.
"Why did you leave, mom?" I asked, twisting my head around so I could see her in my dream.
Mother's feline shaped head slumped forward a bit, and I couldn't make out how she felt. "I didn't want to leave you, but your father made me." She answered, tipping up my chin with her claws gently. "Don't believe a word your father has ever told you, my sweet Meryt. You are destined to do great things. Please believe me."
I scoffed. Typical motherly love, I guess.
"I'm serious. You do not have to follow in your father's footsteps, and you know this deep down inside. Why do you insist on becoming Argentum?"
I furrowed my brows. This was not how this went in her past, not at all. "How do you know that?" I asked, my tail curling in my lap. My mom sat down next to me on the ground, wrapping her own tail around my waist.
"I'm watching you from the sky, I always have been. It's not too late, you can always turn back."
I hugged my mom. I wept, like the weak child I was. It felt so nice to have her comforting arms around me again, a face full of her mane.
It was taken away all too soon when I was shaken awake by a street kid dropping some sort of cold white stuff in my face.
"HAHA, GOT YOU VEGA!" The kid screamed before bolting. Before I knew it, I was in a snowball fight.
I had never seen snow before, but I guess I would be experiencing
a lot of firsts these next few days.
