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The Neopian Times Week 91 > Continuing Series > The Reality of Dreams: Part Five

The Reality of Dreams: Part Five

by sabreur

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     I once heard that dreaming is like viewing reality through a filter. I have never paid much attention to my dreams, as the source of my dreams is usually obvious. Before a test, I might have a nightmare about forgetting everything I've learned and failing. After hang-gliding with Infernus, I had a dream about flying in an airplane. Simple really. Then one night, everything changed. Everything.

End of Prologue

Location: Sabreur's Room
Time: 11:12 PM NST

     I stumbled into my room, exhausted. It had been a week since the incident at the restaurant, and life was more or less back to normal. I had just passed some exams at the Neopian National University, and my fencing instructor had corrected a problem with my lunge technique. Infernus and I had perfected the technique to making the Improved Firebomb, and I now had 2 completed prototypes sitting in the lab. A minor mishap had caught a workbench on fire, perilously close to some flammable chemicals. Fortunately, Infernus had been quick with the fire extinguisher and had prevented any serious harm from occurring. His wing had healed nicely, and he and I were considering another hang-gliding attempt the coming weekend. Today had been spent in the lab, trying in vain to repair my damaged saber.

     I collapsed into bed. "I'll take a shower tomorrow," I muttered, throwing the covers over me. I collapsed into sleep as if into a hole.

     It was dark. Of that much I was aware. I was standing on an empty plain, dark green grass waving in a wind I couldn't feel. The skies above were overcast, and lightning rippled across them periodically. Wind pulled the clouds into twisting, swirling shapes. I began to walk forward, aware of something I needed to do. Something urgent.

     The plain gave way to hills, then mountains, rising forebodingly into the sky. As I looked around, I realized with some discomfort that the ground simply disappeared a short distance away. I walked over to that ending and looked down.

     And down...

     Far below, the ground moved past, as if the hills I stood on were the gondola of some giant zeppelin. Screeching noises interrupted me. Without knowing why, I was scared. I drew my saber, battered and nicked, and turned to face the sound. Flying creatures wheeled back and forth in the sky, coming closer. My dream-vision was indistinct, preventing me from seeing them clearly. But I was afraid of them, that much the dream allowed me to perceive. I began to run.

     The mountains loomed closer, and I pelted towards them with all my might. Behind, I could hear the creatures coming closer. I began to tire. My limbs felt like lead... I wasn't going to make it.

     I slammed to a halt as I passed over a small rise, arms wheeling frantically. The ground abruptly ended mere feet in front of me, and a bird flew lazily below. I turned, and the creatures were on me. I swung at one with my saber, dimly aware of slashing claws and a fanged mouth. The creature pulled away, but another swooped in from the side. I frantically parried and saved myself from injury, but was forced to give up precious inches of solid ground.

     Despite my immediate peril, something caught my attention. Watching a short way off was a ferocious looking... thing. It was completely black. Red eyes blazed like hot coals, and it paced back and forth with a motion similar to a tiger. Six legs, three on each side, worked in a steady rhythm. A tail lashed back and forth. I tried to focus my eyes on it, but my sight refused to cooperate. Two other figures stood beside the creature, too indistinct for me to even be sure they were there.

     My attention had been distracted for too long. A creature swooped in from beside me, lashing out. I raised my blade in a circular parry, but it was too little, too late. A claw slashed my arm, cutting me slightly and knocking me backwards, arms flailing. Wind whipped through my hair. And a pair of red eyes watched me as I fell.

     "Gah!" I awoke with a start. I looked around, realizing groggily where I was. "I hate falling dreams," I muttered. Light coming from the window indicated it was morning. I sat up, thinking vaguely about breakfast and a shower. "Ow!" I exclaimed as an unexpected pain shot up my arm. I examined my arm, thinking I had perhaps slept on top of it and numbed it. Then I froze, and unnameable fear creeping into my heart.

     In the place where the dream-creature had clawed me, a cut marked my arm.

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Previous Episodes

The Reality of Dreams: Part One

The Reality of Dreams: Part Two

The Reality of Dreams: Part Three

The Reality of Dreams: Part Four

The Reality of Dreams: Part Six

The Reality of Dreams: Part Seven

The Reality of Dreams: Part Eight

The Reality of Dreams: Part Nine

The Reality of Dreams: Part Ten

The Reality of Dreams: Part Eleven

The Reality of Dreams: Part Twelve

The Reality of Dreams: Part Thirteen

The Reality of Dreams: Part Fourteen

The Reality of Dreams: Part Fifteen

The Reality of Dreams: Part Sixteen

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