Thought I write about a dream I had recently.
I wake up, somewhat bewildered as if I've forgotten something very important. I toss aside the comforter and slide myself to the edge and just simply sit there briefly. My head is trobbing from some sharp pain. My feet touch the ice cold tiles and it sends a chill up my spine. As I walk towards the darkest part of the room, I step into a pool of blood, I am unconcerned where it comes from and continue towards the far side of this vacant room. I look up and I am in a grassy field. The remenants of the room have completely dissolved away as the light blinds me. I shield my eyes with my hand from the blinding, warm sunlight and gaze at the eternal blue sky. I see a dying tree ontop a hill with a woman resting behind it. I can't make it out who see is. I feel overcome with some kind of joy like I haven't seen her in ages, but I don't know who she is. I begin to sprint towards her up the hillside. As I get closer, I feel something warm streaming down my waist and leg. It's my blood. The wound has opened up and is now bleeding relentlessly as I struggle to keep my pace. I finally reach the hollow dead tree. She is no where to be found. I stump against the tree's coarse brittle bark as the pain grows unbearable. I'm crying and frustrated at the same time. I don't know what to do anymore. I stare blankly at the pool of blood gathering on the grass and I see myself crying. I struggle to keep myself upright and fall to ground. As I fall and expect the ground to comfort me, the ground has vanished. I continue to fall endlessly until I awaken.