Zume

pre-rambles: I feel that my dreams are trying to kill me more often than not.

I slowly start to stir into consciousness, or what I believe is, it's a warm day out I can feel the sun beating down on my skin. I feel grass beneath my palms, then open my eyes.

I'm in a field, There's a lone tree and I'm at the edge of a forest, littered with massive(redwood?) trees. There's a squirrel, cute and little, almost like Fu's flying squirrel. :B

The squirrel telepathically talks to me. He tells me I'm dreaming and can do whatever I want. I stand up and do a couple backflips to test out what he was thinking. Then realized I'm talking to a squirrel.

The squirrel suggests that we fly. It climbs up the lone tree in the middle of the field, and soars off, into the densely populated forest. I start the climb and realize I'm up much further than anticipated.

Step to the edge.

Splat.

I fall to my death and only then do I consider myself flying. I'm watching myself on the ground, blood seeping into the dirt.

Damn squirrel.