Stalking Red</span>
January 2,2007
<span style="color:#000099">I open my eyes to this forest.
And it is absolutely beautiful
I can smell the fresh air
I knew it was a dream.
Because as I walked down that path. The grass and leaves moved away from me. As if it where in my way.
After the first 3 steps I couldn’t go anymore without taking on last look at the environment.

I saw birds fly high above the sky.
And this red robin caught my eye on a tree branch.
In the birds last moments, I took a very good mental picture in my head.

Then the pressure from the bullet blew it away half way across the sky.
I had forgotten that I live in a world with guns.
Someone had popped the bird with a sniper rifle.
I knew I had complete control in this dream so I tried really hard not to lose control.
…………….But it didn’t work.
I simply spread my hands, bending all the trees and grass directly away from the perpetrator or perpetrators. I sensed there was a large amount of men in the woods. And reality check came to me that they were stalking me in the forest. The scene literally becomes a critical because I am losing dream control. And after recent study with my dreams in the real world I found it common to lose power when you’re not focused on the situation.
I tired to focus but there was to many people. When I turned around there was at least 100 people a short distance away. So I stood In the same spot hoping for another dream faze.
The trees began to catch fire, and I start to think about what I should do.
First I close my hands, rebending the trees and grass back to normal also stoping the fire . To my left was pretty big tree so I decided to climb it. In about 3-4 leaps I made it to the top. I couldn’t see a damn thing with all the sticks in the way, but I decided to just stay and hide. I began to hear whispers in the distance as they closed in.
I continued to wait until there was silence…………………………..
What’s this, someone decided to throw a rock by the tree. So I stared a little harder. A little harder. The rock was green, and had some man made ripples on it. I quickly knew what it really was, and thought it was to late. But with all the little dream control I had, I climbed down from the tree, took the bomb, and flung it a little to high in the air.
And the bomb went off.
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