Towering above me was the most horrible beast I had ever laid eyes upon; sickly green fur stood on end and yellow, oversized teeth pried its jaw open, causing saliva to drip down its massive chin. Four clawed feet made the earth tremble and bat-like wings shook the trees. I wanted to bolt, I needed to get out from its path, but my legs defied my will- I couldn't move! It was nearing- closer, closer! I tried to open my mouth and scream at the top of my lungs, but there was no sound. It felt as if something had been shoved down my throat. (as if I was dreaming? Dreaming...) And realization shook through me-- there was no other reasonable explanation! That... that thing would get all too close and attempt to bite my face off, then I would wake up to the comfort of my own, warm bed! ...right?
