I have just woken up when this thing came in my mind again. Although I happened to be awake for just 5 minutes, sequences of my dream rolled back like a dream in my freshly restarted memory. It was such a real dream, I can still remember the forest, the sound and the terrorizing and agonizing fear I was feeling! And I was the main character.
Have you ever loved something so much you dreamt about it? Harry Potter? Hetalia? Soul Eater? Bleach?
In my dream, I had just been released into the wild.
'Ladies and gentlemen, let the 76th Hunger Games begin!'
And then I knew I was dead. I run away, Peeta by my side.
I was in my high school, killing some of the b*****s, flying.
And here's a gap. I can't remember what I did, excepting killing.
The next thing I remember...was Peeta and I, in the woods. The woods were split in two. We've just spotted a male. A killer. (1st, 2nd, 3rd, 5th, 6th disctrict?!) and threw ourselves over the low natural fence(made out of plants, actually). Peeta(I think it was him.) threw himself in the mud, and then he was invisible to the eye. But I was as a X on a map with my red jacket. The jachet I once owned. with black interior. But it was too late to turn it with the inside out. The killer was just beside us. We froze.
Me, sending an email and trying to stay alive. Fear. I was running from my grandpa!!
Me, running insanely on the way back from my ex school. I had just been called. The other tributes got my baby(sister? ciousin? child?)...
The saved baby.
Me, running through the woods.