Writing Prompt: At an old bookstore, you find a book that helps you interpret your dreams. But something is strange about it. You fall asleep reading the book, and find yourself in a dream that you cannot wake up from. What is it? And how will you snap back to reality?
Sibyl tried to struggle awake, but she could feel herself being held down. She could feel the book in her hands, but she couldn’t open her eyes to see it. She felt herself pulled under and she was back in the dream again.
She was standing by the tomb, staring helplessly at the name engraved on the stone. She didn’t know why, but she recognized the name. It meant something, but she couldn’t understand what.
She’s had this dream many times before. That’s why she bought the book. She was hoping “The Dream Dictionary” could help her find out what it meant.
But something was different this time. She sensed a presence that wasn’t there before. She turned and saw a cloaked figure walking towards her.
“Who are you?” she asked, trying to sound brave. “What are you doing here?”
“This is where we come to die,” the figure said. She couldn’t tell if it was male or female by its voice and the cloak prevented her from seeing the body.
“Where who comes to die?”
“No, just us,” the figure replied and continued walking away from her. Sibyl tried to follow, but she lost the figure behind a tomb. It was then that she realized that she recognized where she was.
It was St. Louis Cemetery in New Orleans. She had visited the place once when she was younger. At that time they had discouraged tourists from going there at night because the age of the place was causing some of the stones to become loose and they feared for the safety of the visitors.
Sibyl reached out her hand and touched the tomb. A piece broke off and crumbled in her hand. She could feel the grainy texture of the stone in her palm. She realized she was in trouble if she couldn’t wake up. She shouldn’t be able to feel textures, yet she could. The dream was becoming reality.
She had to find out who Mara Morrigan was or what the name meant. She knew that was the key to getting out of here. And what did that cloaked figure mean by this is where we come to die? Who are “we”? Was she included in this “we”?
Sibyl continued to walk around the cemetery. Nothing seemed to mean anything. She came, once again, to Mara’s tomb. She brushed the dirt off the engraving, and struggled with what she found there. Beneath the name was the words “bitter nightmare”. She didn’t understand how this pertained to her.
She started searching desperately for the cloaked figure, only to have them appear out of the blue in front of her.
“What did you mean? Who comes here to die?” she begged of the figure.
“Where all nightmares come to die. You are a nightmare. You may never leave this place.” The figure disappeared in the mist, leaving Sibyl to tremble in its wake.
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