I would not call what I had last night a dream; it was much closer to a nightmare. It may have been a memory or it may very well have been brought on by the spirits that follow me.
Either way, I found myself in a dark void, stretching in all directions. I could not hear anything, nor see anything. When I looked down, my body was invisible. I attempted to lift my hand to my face to see if I could see it when it was close enough, but no matter how hard I tried, I could not feel my arm moving. There was no sensation in any part of my body.
The silence pressed in on me, almost suffocating. It was like nothing I’ve ever encountered before. Then, without warning, a shape appeared directly in front of me and suddenly I could hear the scraping of its bones, the shrieking of its voice, the echoing screams of its past victims. Unable to move, I watched as it opened its maw, stretching wide enough to encompass me whole. Inside its stomach, I could see a liquid black mass, boiling and rolling, and feel the heat from where I was. It stank of death and tar.
The last thing I felt before I woke was the searing heat and the sticky substance embracing me.
My body was almost burning to the touch and my hair was burnt at the tips. I had to trim the ends off to get rid of the charred bits.