Day 8 in a series of essays based on a writing prompt. We all have those dreams where we feel like we can’t get away from something. Apparently, the pandemic has made our dreams more intense…
8. Dream-catcher: Write something inspired by a recent dream you had.
https://thinkwritten.com/365-creative-writing-prompts/
It started in the pit of my stomach.
A slowly increasing burn, like someone gradually turning up a gas stove.
It crept up, spreading through my chest, and then into my throat, making it hard to breathe.
Panic.
All because I couldn’t fly more than two feet off the ground.
This was supposed to be a flying dream, for goodness’ sake!
I ran down a steep hill and took a flying leap into the air.
Only to skim along frustratingly close to the grass.
I flapped my arms as if they were wings.
I strained and pulled, trying to force myself up.
The panic increased, and I felt I HAD to fly higher.
Because now something was chasing me.
Horrorstruck, I realized I couldn’t get away.
Then I woke up in a cold sweat, the sheets twisted around my legs.
Damn, I thought.
Pandemic dreams really are a thing.
