A Time to Harvest
The First Dream
You open your eyes to find that you are not in bed and instead lay upon a flowerbed. The immense night sky is full of twinkling stars and a huge gibbous moon rises directly above you. The moon is somehow sinister in a way that you cannot properly explain. As you rise from the flowerbed the flowers make a rustling noise, and as you stand, you realize the rustling noise continues. Turning around you see the flowers seem now to shudder of their own volition.
Backing away in fear, you find your gaze is taken towards the dark woods. Ugly shapes and creeping shadows move between the tree trunks, somehow almost human but twisted and smaller. Suddenly a myriad of glowing eyes appear in the tree line, blinking and feral. The rustling stops and from deep within the woods you hear a man’s cry,
long and painful. You hear your name shouted aloud, twice. The second time so loud it wakes you. You are in your bed, sweating, confused and frightened.