Escape from Binkoid Village: Ch 5 Dreams

“No! No! Noooo!!” I screamed, then I quickly woke up.

I was sticky, with sweat, and I was completely covered in bug bites. It was still nighttime, and I looked at the moon.
The moon was faded yellow, and when I looked up, I noticed that the moon was a giant happy face.
Hm, I must be dreaming, I thought. But I wasn’t, and didn’t care; I needed to get some rest.
Most of the dreams were calm, and peaceful, but some of them were frightening, even for a grown woman, like me.
The first one, was that I was in a giant field. There was nothing but green hills, rolling on and on, into the sky.
The clouds were pinkish white, and you could say they had a bit of red in them. They looked like cotton balls, floating in a scenery of blue.
I was wandering, like an ant, in a lawn. I was tiny, compared to the big green landscape.
The wind swept my hair onto my face, and I elegantly brushed it away with my hand. The nice, cool breeze whispered past my cheeks, it seemed as if they were telling me something.
The air smelled of strawberry flavoring, and everything was calm, peaceful, and lovely.
All of the weight was lifted off of my shoulders and I was floating and rocking, like a baby being held in her loving mother’s arms, and not having a care in the world.
It was like sleeping on a cloud, and the soft cotton smoothed all of my worries away.
I was smiling as I slept, I could feel it in my sleep. I was awake enough to hope I would not wake up from this dream for a while.
For I was flying, high above the ground, soaring above every cloud, and laughing, and having the time of my life.
This dream was the best dream, then it went downhill, and downhill fast.

The second dream was frightening.
I was sitting on a blanket, and looking at the pale blue sky.
Then, the sky was moving fast above me, and started to turn the slightest gray. Then, it turned darker, and darker. Soon, the sky was black, and I was running for my life. The wind blew my hair onto my face, and I couldn’t see. Then, I tripped, and fell into a pile of dead leaves. I look back up, and a giant tornado was sweeping after me. I ran some more, and then I was carried away, like a helpless little butterfly, into a heavy wind.
My body tossed and turned, and the wind grew louder and louder, soon screaming at me, telling me I should have never been outside when the forecaster said not to. I pleaded for the great winds to let me go, and they laughed and laughed. A sickening laugh, like a humans laugh.
When I woke back up, I realized I was freezing cold, and there was a lot of wind. Go figures.
I tore a branch off of a tree, and put it over myself, then fell fast asleep again.
Then, the nightmares got worse, not a bit peaceful, not in the beginning of the dream, and especially not the end.
I was hiding in the closet; when a mysterious man walked in and thrust open the sliding door.
He was wearing a black cloak, and the hood was pulled over his face, just enough to make his face only a shadow to me.
He had a pitchfork in one hand, and a folded piece of paper in the other.

“What-what-wha-wha-what do you want?” I asked holding my hands in defense in front of my face.

“Come with me” he said in a very deep voice, almost like a voice where you would have one of those recorders, and you would record your voice, and you could turn it to a high one, or a low one.

His was the lowest, it sounded unreal, but of course, it was just a dream.
Before I could reply, he picked me up roughly by the hair and shoved me into a large chest, a treasure chest you could call it, without the treasures.
He dragged the box with me inside of it, to a dump truck looking thing.
He picked it up with a grunt, and chucked me inside. The truck beeped then slowly drove backwards, until it turned around completely, and drove really fast.
All I could hear was screams, and yells, and bangs, and unpleasant noises. The kind of noises you would hear in a horror movie.
Then, I couldn’t feel the truck moving anymore, and I was right, because the man opened the dump tuck door, and threw the box with me in it, on the hard ground.
He then, opened the chest up, letting me free.
I looked around, and I could barely see anything, but I could tell we were outside and in like a forest type thing. There were a couple of bushes, and about ten trees. I could tell there were trees because I kept bumping into them.
Then the man kicked me, which made me fall, and tied me up, rolling me into a bush. He duck taped my mouth shut, and all of my limbs were tied, so I couldn’t move, couldn’t scream, and couldn’t breathe, because for some odd reason, in the dream I didn’t have a nose.
The man then abandoned me, and I was alone.
Then, I slowly wriggled my way out of the ropes, and when I did, I ripped the tape off of my mouth. I walked around a bit, and then for some reason, I couldn’t feel the floor anymore. I had fallen down a ditch, and was still falling when I woke up.
When I woke up, I looked around, and I was still in the same place, under the same tree, in the same crazy new world I was wished into by a genie, and cozy, well warm, under a big branch with fuzzy leaves.
I fell asleep again, but didn’t have any more dreams I could remember.