I sat at my computer, half asleep, the bright screen in the dark room being the only thing keeping me awake, I wanted to finish editing this one video before I went to bed, but I could barely keep my eyes open, so I decided to call it quits, and finish off what I hadn't done tomorrow morning, before I left for the train station. The next day I was planning on heading back to Nottingham to see my family, it had been a few months since I'd last seen them, and my mum had kept asking me to come visit. But since I'd been up so late I was starting to think that travelling the next day wasn't such a good idea, but I couldn't let my family down.
I switched my computer off and looked at my phone.
"Half eleven." I mumbled. It was later than I had thought it was, and I needed to be up by six if I was to catch the seven o'clock train. And I didn't really want to fall asleep on the way there, incase I missed my stop. I grabbed my bag and put my phone in my pocket, before heading out of my office, locking the door behind me, I started walking towards my apartment.
When I got there, I put my bag on the floor and my phone on the table, I didn't bother to get changed, I just wanted to sleep, and the moment my head hit the pillow, I entered the world of dreams. But the next few hours were not quite what I was expecting..
I've had some weird dreams in my time, that's for sure, but this one was ridiculous. It was like a horror movie crossed with a children's cartoon.
I was sat in the middle, of what looked like a desert, but it was pouring with rain, the sky was dark and I felt cold. But as I sat there in silence, something came up behind me, I jumped to my feet, and tried to run, but I couldn't move, I kept falling to the ground, and as the face of whoever had been behind me came into view, I realised who it was, the pale skin, and blood-red eyes, but something was off, he had, what looked like a horn coming out of his forehead, he stood on all-fours and as he came closer to me, all the faces of my friends from Yogtowers appeared, but they weren't human, almost, horse like.. And they all looked allot like there Minecraft skins...
But as my best friend started to appear, I almost thought that everything was going to be ok, that is, until he started to get pulled beneath the sand by something, or someone. He screamed my name before everything disappeared. And as I slowly woke up, I didn't feel like myself...Something was different.