Throughout my entire life I've had vivid dreams, but why that is so, I'm not sure. Perhaps it's due to my wild imagination, or perhaps it's because my brain has way too many chemicals and it's trying to tell me to get help.
Either way, I dream frequently, and I remember them more often than not.
As a child, I had one particular plot that I dreamed about often. The same actions occurred, but it would take place in slightly different surroundings. The plot consisted of a young version of myself, playing alone on the edge of some woods or sometimes a field, but usually different types of forest. Suddenly, as I sat or played around through the trees, everything around me would stop. The birds singing, the wind, everything. Then, my head would involuntarily turn and my eyes would stare into a tree, typically a few hundred feet away. From behind said tree would step a big, black wolf, ears standing straight up, eyes glowing red. For my age, that signified a great evil. The wolf, never panting, would casually start walking in my direction. Naturally, I would tear off in the opposite direction, however my eyes seemed to be affixed to the back of my head, as I never looked at where I was running, but rather at the wolf. His pace quickened to a trot, then a run, then into a full out blast. He would easily outrun me, getting closer and closer and closer until WHAM. I was on the ground, pounded into the leaves, being destroyed by fangs and claws. No one ever came to save me. The wolf always won.
This nightmare woke me up countless nights between the age of 4 to 11, but eventually it faded from my mind and I stopped having nightmares altogether by age 13. Why? Somehow, I've blocked them out. I haven't had a dream that woke me out of fear in nearly 10 years.
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