Have you ever had a dream where you are in the same place that you are actually sleeping?
I had a dream last night.
I was walking around this mansion, looking for a specific room, and then I remember looking outside of a window. Outside of this window in my dream, was what I could see outside of the window in my bedroom, from my bed.
Suddenly there were gathering clouds, and I felt this surge of energy around me. It reminded me of wind, although nothing in my room was being pushed around...not the blankets that covered my body, not the curtains at my window or the papers on my computer desk.
It was a hand, I knew it was a hand. It was not physical, it was energy in the purest of forms. It wrapped around my entire body and was clenching. It felt was cold, like the wind. I could not fight back. I was paralyzed by this force and was not able to do anything.
For some reason, my reaction to this paralysis was to sing. I don't know what I sang, but I could hear the melody escape my lips. I felt a slight release in the grip.
I sang louder, higher, more beautifully, and then he pushed harder.
The breath in my lungs constricted as the giant hand squeezed harder. I screamed in pain and terror. Everytime I screamed there was a flash, like a camera, and everytime there was a flash, I saw him. An ugly image of green flesh, gnarled teeth, pointed ears...The eyes scared me the most though. They were not the burning red, like all goblins in horror movies have, they were black. Black as night. Black as death.
They reminded me of looking into an ocean in the middle of the night. Nothing too spectacular unless you imagine all the life under the water, or the land on the other side that you strain to see.
I stared into them, mesmerized, even though the flash only lasted a fraction of a second. I screamed again. I was wondering why my brother in the room next to me wasn't helping. Was he pinned too? Was he taken already?
Everything sounded so crisp. So precise. I felt my face turning blue. Louder. I had to be louder. My brother would certainly hear my last few screams if I can just muster up enough strength. Concentrate. Use the adrenaline. You can't end like this.

And then I woke up. I removed the earplugs that I wear at night to block out traffic, and my sleeping mask to block out the street light outside my window. Relieved to be able to roll onto my side, I layed there, motionless with my eyes open.
Without closure.