Prologue

Dreams are the succession of emotions, images, concepts, and ideas that occur during sleep. They can be gateways to many outcomes to the future or portents to warn us of a looming threat.

I never believed in premonitions or predicting future events. Hell, even Nostradamus couldn’t foresee winning lottery numbers but I’ll leave that for another time when I meet with him next time at the Mad Hatter’s tea party in Wonderland. I’m just not sure when that dream will occur. All I know is I’m not having one those wacky dreams where I’m at school naked or I’m riding a winged unicorn. This one seems more surreal. Darker. Grimmer. In this dream I’m in a dense, dark, forest. Shrubbery and trees surround me preventing me from moving forward. I raise my head hoping to get my bearings but the branches and leaves above me obstructed the sky giving me only a faint vision of the moonlight. I journeyed on finally finding a path to follow near one end of the forest clearing and possibly a way out of my current environment.

I find a path to follow in the darkness. In most dreams, there is direction you must take in order to reach a conclusion. In this one, I just wanted to wake up. I pinched myself hoping I’m going to wake up. I could feel that twinge of pain as I do it with my two fingers. Nope. Nothing. Oh well, I’ll just go with the flow then. At least this time I’m not naked. I’m wearing my Star Wars pajama bottoms and X-Files faded t-shirt as pad across the concrete path in my UGG slippers. The night seems to follow me. Leaves scatter around my feet as it leads to the end of the road up ahead. In the distance, I make out some form of a structure. Immediately, I knew this is where I need to go.

The building resembles that of dilapidated church house with a rusty bell in the belfry. A howling wind echoes through the tower as I make my up the steps of this establishment. From all appearances, it looks like the church could have been built during 1800’s by the way the wood and the planks have been constructed but for now my objective was to see this dream through. I made my way to the entrance. No answer. I reach for the doorknob, slowly opening the creaking door, and make my way inside. My expectations tell to look for a pulpit or even a pew but instead my assumptions are wrong for I find myself in a strange room. A modern room. Someone’s bedroom, in fact.

I soak in the atmosphere. It is dark. Posters on the wall. Rob Pattinson. Taylor Lautner. A desk with books on it. The full Stephanie Meyer’s collection and even some P. C. Cast. I begin to giggle at the owner’s taste in literature that I almost didn’t notice the bed nearby. A bed containing two young, nude bodies to be more precise. I stand embarrassed as I watch the duo wrestle underneath the covers. It is dark in the room as shadows cover their faces but I could still make out the shapes of a man and a woman in their most intimate moment while I remain mesmerized by their actions. They do not see or hear me much less care to notice as they continue to express their desire for one another.

The man pushes the woman against the pillow as he lifts her legs. Covering his mouth, to each areola of her nipples he flicks his tongue back and forth causing the female to squeal in delight as he suckles each erected nub. In response, she twirls a strand of brown hair of her partner as he lowers himself even further discovering the red patch of curls near her opening. Appeasing his hunger, he tests her entrance with a single finger adding another digit in preparation for his union with her.

She melts into him as she moans in delight spilling more tendrils of her own scarlet mane across her face as he teases her opening with his hand and mouth. Like a voyeur, I watch in awe at their mating dance as the man matches the rhythm of his pleasure to hers finally lubricating herself in response awaiting the next stage of their sexual play. With his partner’s moistness on his hands, he withdraws and massages his own cock in satisfaction until the stiffness is displayed then the man slowly enters his female partner finally sealing their union in a moment of bliss.

I watch the man grunt in pleasure as his hips rise and fall into the woman. His well formed buttocks flexes as her legs wrap around his waist as he enters her again and again. She screams in delight as he impales her, raking her nails across his back and cursing several names as both are immune to the fact that another is bearing witnessed to their sexual act. My groin tightens as he lifts the woman forcing her to straddle him as she rides him up and down on his hard prick screaming words of pleasure in the process as I could sense their heartbeats pumping faster, feel the sensation of their skin making contact, and feel the need of desire illuminating the room. My hand slowly makes its way down my pant leg, finding the hardness of me sticking out, and gradually stroking it to appease the hunger. I begin to get lost in my own pleasure that I didn’t anticipate the dream to make a much more sinister turn.

As both the mysterious male and female forms continued their mating dance, I noticed the man’s hand reach under the sheets to reveal a shiny, metallic object. At that moment his fingers touched the item, his bare back began to glow eerily revealing a tribal symbol underneath. It was then I noticed the metal object was a knife. Fear suddenly took over as he began chanting some strange words and with one final thrust of his cock, he plunged the knife into the woman’s abdomen.

Silenced immediately followed as the blood gurgled from her mouth but her assailant had not finished with her yet as he struck the final blow and slashed her throat with the same murder weapon. Scarlet liquid sprayed everywhere as my own cock quickly went limp at what just happened. Taking a bit of the bloodstained sheet, the killer wiped the knife free of his fingerprints before imprinting the lifeless fingers of his victim’s on the blade.

Once again the tribal marking on the murderer’s back glowed as he raised his hand. Without warning, a loud thunderstorm had swept across the room; I felt the blow of a force rush through the area knocking me down to the ground. My head slowly rose off the floor as I saw the lifeless body of the female be thrown by some invisible entity through the glass window six floors below. I rushed to the broken window as I saw the woman’s body down blow lying dead in a pool of blood. Her face, no longer covered by the darkness, in shock as her beautiful red hair now matted her face in the cold concrete. My heart pounded heavily in my chest as I attempted to reconcile with the events that just happened. It was then I felt the presence of her murderer stalking me. Nervously, I looked behind me to look upon the face of the killer but the darkness of shadows concealed his face and his identity from me. Then with an evil smile, he acknowledged that he knew my presence was there all along.

“You’re next.”

To be continued...