Dream Guides: Chasers
I fall asleep
Images form
I'm panting
I'm running
In a dark alley leading to a maze
In a lean swaying building
I hear my name
Shouted
Numerous times
A variety of voices
Strained
From behind me
Not very far
I did not answer back
For my throat was blocked by lead
Peering back
I see fifteen figures
Fifteen
Against one
All in black
All alike
Desperate
Smug mouths
Why me?
They call
For my attention
My mind wanders
For a minute
Thinking
Is it my imagination
Or do I see
Clones?
What do they want?
Being hit hard
Back to reality
I notice
I have slowed my pace
Allowing the fifteen figures
To catch me
I hear
"I--"
I wake up
Heart beating
Saying it is just a dream
But have a mix of feelings.
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