When John Dreams

Do we bring creativity in our dreams, or do what we dream create creativity? On Webook I seasonally add my dreams that inspire me for future writing.

Today I woke up with a slight neck pain and a bad nightmare. I grabbed my black notepad and quickly scribbles my senses onto the sheet of paper:

"I'm running in the night. My eyes are focused on the midnight sky as clouds pass the moon. There is high grasses and my head bobs right above the height of them. Fear and Adrenaline creep down my back as I hear the sounds of three male figures. They're ghastly in appearance.

The view changes to third person as these black shadows glide through the grass behind me. They're long arms reach out running on four legs. Black swirly tails fly in back of these beings as they roar with only two eyes on the front of their head. Two tusks at each end of their mouth with them an even deadly appearance.

As the view changes to first person, I look upward and see the edge of a dense blue forest. black leaves fall from the forest edge as I run to hide within them . I am caught by a small but
sturdy hand within an opening within the ground. I slip in falling on my back and hear the beings run past the opening.

I look around and seek the being that saved me and I feel a cold hand on my cheek. Slowly turning around, I look at an old man, hidden in rags and adorned in purple leaves.

Slowly calling me by my name, he sais he is me. He continues ni a rugged accent that I will soon be him if I don't escape. His face has many scars and on his right hand is crippled.

I hear the cries of the beings outside and look fearfully at my older self. He throws me into the deeper parts of the cave and tells me to run. He looks yearningly back at me with a pang of hope and fear. He turns around and runs in the opposite direction towards the monstrous beings. I hear him yell as he runs with a staff in hand. I hear pain and death flash across the cave as the blast of silence wakes me up.

I wake up in reality sweating and ready to confront my fears. My heart beat fast while I realized what had happened in another realm within time."

Thinking to myself I asked the question. What if this did happen? What if I had really been there? Could it be that our dreams access and tap into other worlds unlike ours? I'm sure someone would know. After asking these deep thoughts I decided to continue sleeping; top lazy to use my grey matter up above.