She woke up with deep breaths. She had just had a bad dream. This had been her habit now. Her dreams had turned from fun and joy into chase scenes. She was the prey all the time. She did not know what she was being chased by.
Today, the dream had hit closer. Now, the predator was in her room. She had hidden under her bed but he had found her there. She had luckily woken up when the predator reached out to catch her.
She watched the empty ceiling for a while, thinking about what these dreams were about. Having no answer, she went to wash her face.
She would at least be free of the predators during the day. So, she tried to forget about them. But when she opened the door to get out, she saw one of the predators walking away. How was that possible? Would they now visit her during the day as well? Were nights not enough?
To Write or not to Write and What to Write 
I had these dreams long time ago. Long time. But what I like of your “story” now is the scene where you can visualize a predator walking away just when the person is opening the door to leave the place. It’s a powerful image. Almost amusing, though I guess it was not the purpose 🙂
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Well, tbh, I did not have that in mind but that is what stories are for. They are what they mean to you, regardless of what I had in mind when I wrote it. That is a very nice take on it!
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Yes. And that’s the best thing of it all, that stories can tell more that are intended to and in the reader’s response we get answers for more insights and elaboration. Anyway, I really enjoyed.
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Thank you so much!
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Hahaha, nice story Erabsi, good wishes for her
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Thank you!
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You are always most welcome
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Great piece. It poses some interesting questions for me. Are the dreams her way of processing some past trauma? Perhaps the trauma is engulfing her, spilling over into her waking life as paranoia (the daytime predator, which could just be an innocent person walking by her house).
Or maybe it’s more literal. Maybe she’s being stalked by someone — an abusive ex, perhaps? If the dreams are intensifying maybe this person is an intruder who literally infiltrated her room. That’s a frightening thought.
Either way, I feel for her. It would be hard to live your life tormented by nocturnal predators.
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When I was writing it, I had the first option on my mind. But stories are what they mean to each individual. I think there is a lot of subconscious in our dreams.
Thank you for the comment!
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Spookiness between fiction and reality … or pure imagination?
The story made my heart beat faster. 🙂
Thanks!
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Thank you for reading it! I am glad the feeling came across, because I also felt the same when I was writing:)
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Ooooo I like this.
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Thank you!
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