Sweet dreams

Fluttering my eyes open to a white void of nothing. This dream again....it's been awhile I suppose. I've always had this dream ever since I was abducted, well until a few Months ago. I stopped having them.

But basically this dream I'm a black foggy figure, where I float in the nothingness and Experience my old memories. Then usually The dream ends with a chained down beast. I assume it was my built up rage and depression.

The Dream starts, as I said I float down memory lane. My memories were set up as ginormous moving pictures like a TV. They all had a memory from my childhood, one of them was my favorite.

It was me as a toddler, running and skipping. My mother....she was chasing me, smiling and laughing.

When I was taken away she was ill...I turned 14 when she was diagnosed with bone cancer....I hope she's ok and healthy.

As I pass more and more memories I see one about Brutus. It was when we first met, the spilled alcohol still rang in my nose. It made me smile. Seeing his pure white hair, dark red eyes....they were so soft and kind to me. His wolf was glorious, I felt myself blushing. He was cute. It was so nice of him to bath me...although it was awkward for him to see my scars.

But the moment was cut short when my dream continue on. Disappointment fill me up. I was reaching towards the end of the dream.

The finale part of it all, the beast, I turn my head to look where it usually is. It's still there, but something is off. I get closer to it.....this isn't normal....the closer I get the more I see. It look like a wolf but bigger, the chains around it still stood. Although....half of the chains are missing.

I know I know it's weird noticing little details like this but hey, you try sleeping in the same dream over and over and over.

There use to be 12 chains over it, now that half are gone, 6 remain...

I'm guessing my anger is getting worse, but my anger represents a wolf...I guess it's because I'm surrounded my werewolves.

My body drawn closer to it, it lays there, still, almost as if it's asleep. My hand rose slowly to it, slow...so slow. It felt like an hours. My hand makes contact with the beast, it flinches and jerks it's head to me.

I see it now clearly, it's body was also a fog like mine....except it's fur was white and eyes were black, the opposite of mine. It had blurred markings on top of its head and chest fur.

It stares at me with its enormous dark pools you call eyes. My hand still on its head dance around its fur, so soft, for a dream. At first it seem to love the attention, laying its head in my hand wanting more. It doesn't seem like my rage....or depression.

A few moments of the attention I felt tension build up between me...and the beast. It pulls away from my grasp and growls a little, then glares at me. I back up wondering what startled. It sensed my confusion and tang of fear, that fear triggered it. It barks and snarls, as if it has rabies. It tugs at the chains causing them to rattle and clatter together.

It kept tugging and yanking towards me. It's eyes reading hungry.

At some point thru the rattling and tugging a heard a small cracking, popping, sound. My eyes grew wide, one of the chains were breaking. The 6th chain cracks, the crack spirals up like a virus in the 1720s. (Or 2020 🤨)

The wolf bark more as well as snarled. Giving away....the 6th Chain Shatters into pieces.

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I sat up in the bed rap in the blanket around my chest....rubbing my face while processing on what my dream was about. Odd.....something wet trickles down my nose. Lightly, my fingers glides across the source of the feeling. It felt like water, as I pull my fingers away to look I felt something more next to me. I glance to see Brutus next to me in his human form...I remember dreaming about him.

I think my sudden movement woke him from his slumber.

"E..?" He whispers sleepishly. "What's wrong..?"

"Nothing..." I whispered back to him.

I felt him move to a sit up position and flick a lamp on next to him, I squinted to the blurry light. Brutus looks at me his tired expression changes to a worried look.

"What? What's wrong?" I was now asking him that question. Kinda weird to look at someone like that.

Without a word he got up and shoved some pants on then quickly walks out.

Huh....I look around his room for the first time. It was a lot nicer, he had a dresser against the wall with a mirror, a television attached to the wall in front of the foot of the bed and next to the bed was a nightstand with a lovely lamp.

I heard his steps thump thru the hallway back to the room. He walks in with a hand filled with tissue, I cock my head a little.

"What's going on?" Something drips off my face onto the blanket in my lap. I look down to see a drop of blood. My eyes widen as I touch my nose once again and look.

My entire hand was....red.....a dark red. Blood...

I look up at him with worry washing over me like a heavy wave.

"It's ok Kitten." He says calmly but I knew he was worried too. He walks over and sat on the edge. He tilts my head back while pressing the tissue against my face.

"Has this ever happened?"

I shook my head, "No."

"Maybe it's dry air...."

"But my nose wouldn't be bleeding this much."

"True."

I glance at the bloody blanket and sweat,"Umm..sorry about...your blankets.." I look away nervously.

"It's Okay, wasn't your Fault Kitten."

"I-I messed up." I stuttered quietly.

"Calm down it's ok I didn't really like these Sheets anyway." He chuckles lightly.

I smile lightly, "Spoiled much?"

"Excuse me?" He looks dead at me.

"You heard me."

"ب_ب Oh really...."

"These are perfectly good sheets."

"←(ಠ_ಠ)→ ok? And? I can't not like?"

"The way you said it that's all."

He shakes his head, "You females confuse me."

"You men confuse me." I added a pinch of sassy to that.

He gave me a fake gasp, "I call BullShit."

I stick my tongue at him, "you can call it all you want but you can't deny it."

"....I can nether confirm nor deny"

"See"

"Oh Whatever!" He rolls his eyes.

I cross my arms, "So this is uncomfortable."

"What this angle?"

"No...the fact that this blanket is the only clothing I'm wearing."

"Ohhhh hold on I'll get you something." He takes my hand to hold the tissues.

"You don't have too"

"Meh don't make it weird." He opens his dresser and pulls out a humongous T-shirt. He walks to me and helps me put it on.

"So why did your nose bleed?" He ask.

"I don't know...this never happened before."

"Well I'm sure it's nothing." He smiles at me.

I smile back at him but deep down I knew something isn't right....that dream. I think Brutus sense something on my mind because he broke the silence, "What's on your mind?"

"It's nothing..."

"E something is on your mind obviously and it's troubling you."

"....it's just a dream nothing to worry about, a nightmare."

"Oh....would you like to stay up for a little bit and watch Tv?" He sits crisscross next to me.

I nod a little. He nods back and picks up the remote and turns the television, in front of the bed, on. I felt his arm slowly rap around me, pulling me into his side. I blush lightly and watch the Tv.

For the rest of the night with him....I felt safe and warm.