Had the weirdest, vivid dream last night/morning.
I'm searching a huge abandoned/haunted house. I know I am being watched, I can feel the eyes on me and suddenly harsh arms yank me from one of the doorways. I scream into the nothingness, knowing no one but my captor can hear me. My mind purposely skips ahead, and I'm cowering in front of a guy in a general's uniform. He's laughing at me, tormenting me, relishing in the fact that I have been put through every torture he could imagine. I'm on my hands and knees, barely covered by a makeshift dress (possibly a bedsheet?). It's tattered with streaks of blood everywhere. You can see slashes in the back where I have been whipped, tears along the thigh and hip hinting at other violent acts, burns on my arms, bruises on my neck, wrists and ankles. My head is hung with my face hidden by my hair.
A steel toed boot kicks me in the side, but does not cause me to lose my balance. I'm heaving, not sure whether to puke or cry out. My breathing goes back to normal, and the dress becomes darker on my back- the old wounds re-open and seep. I begin to rise as more people file in, my head still hung.
"You will obey!", the general orders. "You will know your place and OBEY! Restrain her!"
As I stand, I'm staring at the general... smiling. I bring my head up, to look him straight in the eye and two wings shoot out of my back. One's white, the other black and they are almost my full length. A group of men in black uniforms rush me, and I flare my wings out while I spin, knocking them all to the ground.
I stand straight, rolling my shoulders back at stare at my lone enemy. He unsheaths a massive sword and takes a clumsy, overhead strike. I stop the blade between my palms and snap it in half with a twist.
He doesn't have time to react as I turn, my wings out at full spread. I face him again, and see faint lines across his skin and clothes. The lines grow wider as he literally falls to pieces.
Weird, huh?
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