Fight

Running 

 

Getting closer its catching behind my feet

 

I take flight and soar to the sky

 

Grabs my legs its  sharp claws dragging me below

 

I cut it in half with light

 

Only to find more coming in flight

 

Here is the fight

 

I wake up sweaty

 

I think, am I brainwashed by starwars or video games?

 

It is so similar this dream reflection from entertainment...

 

This dream I keep having never goes away though

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