The American Nightmare

Is it possible to ever take control of your dreams? to answer the question, there are some people can, they are called Dreamers or as the more sane person would call it ( or the scientific mind ) lucid dreaming. But could you control your nightmares is the bigger question.

Someone seems to have control over mine, every time I fall asleep it always starts how I want it to but somehow I always end up seeing a black cat leaving red paw prints everywhere.

One morning, I told my sister Janice Gold about this black cat but the answer I got back surprised me and even shocked me to my core. She told me that.

"I had also seen the cat too Shannon but however I always see a man in a trench coat waving at me"

That night I fell asleep, but this nightmare was different than the last one as I woke up in my (at the time) high school, I got to my feet and I was standing in the school's auditorium .

The schools stage was at the far back of the room as the typical red curtains draped from the ceiling to the stage floor but the curtains had our schools emblem on it which was a gold cross with a red outline.

But something strange was on the stage, a girl was performing ballet on the stage, her outfit wasn't a pink typical garment, the outfit was a long gold dress with a gold head crown, she looked so elegant but as I looked at her feet I saw that her shoes were covered in small, tiny red stained paw prints which started to litter the stage in paw prints.

My heart started to beat heavier as I couldn't take my eyes away from her but soon I heard scurrying in the rafters above the auditorium, I looked up and saw nothing but the metal grates being stepped on. I lowered my head and on the stage I didn't see the dancer on the stage. All I saw was the paw prints turn from cat prints into human feet.

The silence grew louder as I started to look franticly around for the dancer or the person walking on the walk way but I saw no one only hearing my breathing and loud heartbeat however, I felt a force moving me to the stage through the curtains I saw a bloody finger signalling me to come closer but it seemed like I had no control over my body as my feet climbed onto the stage, I felt the footprints were not red paint but blood, I looked up at the curtains seeing the hand reaching out for me.

In a split second, the hand became the gold dancer who's hands were covered in blood, she grabbed a hold of my neck and started to choke me out as her voice kept repeating.

" THIS IS MY SHOW, IT WAS NEVER YOURS!!"

I was gasping for air as her grip felt like it was getting tighter and tighter around my neck. My eyes started to roll to the back off my head while my face was turning more and more blue. The dancers laughed maniacally and her voice echoed of the auditorium as she spoke again.

"DO YOU UNDERSTAND? IT WAS NEVER YOURS!!"

Before I drew my last breathe, I manged to use her body and just about kick her over me making her hit the floor just below the stage.

A loud thud was heard below me but it didn't matter to me as I was coughing and gasping for air while I was also clutching at my throat. Once I had some breathe back in my body, I looked over the edge of the stage but I didn't see anyone.

Before I could get to my feet, I felt bloody hands grab my legs and started to drag me to the darkness behind the curtains, my nails tried to cling to the stage but couldn't as they started to pull long strands of wood off the floorboards. Screaming and crying at the same time I was dragged into the darkness.

Minutes felt like forever as I managed to wake up, sweat was dripping down my body onto my bed, my blood felt like it was boiling over overcooked as I sat up so fast. I scurried out of my bed and looked at my body in a mirror seeing the blood handprints on my neck and around my ankles.

I dropped to the floor into a ball and started to hyperventilate about what had happened but the only sentence I could repeat was " It's not my show."

The world went quite as my breathing , crying and heart beat were the onto things to be heard.