Chapter 2: The Dreams

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I've been having these dreams lately. Vivid, intense dreams that feel more real than my waking life. I'm running through the forest, my senses heightened, my heart pounding in my chest. I'm free. In the dreams, I'm not alone. There's someone with me, someone who knows me, who understands me. We're running together, our feet pounding the earth in unison. We're chasing something, or maybe something is chasing us. I wake up feeling breathless, feeling like I've been running for hours. My heart is still racing, my senses still on high alert. It takes me a while to calm down, to realize it was just a dream. But the dreams feel so real. They feel like a memory, like something that actually happened. I've tried to talk to people about the dreams, but they just think I'm stressed or anxious. They don't understand. I've started to wonder if the dreams are trying to tell me something. If they're trying to show me something. I've always felt like there's something missing, like a part of me is waiting to be uncovered. Maybe the dreams are the key. I've started to pay attention to the dreams, to try to decipher their meaning. I've started to keep a journal, to write down every detail. And then, I saw him. In the dream, I mean. He was standing in front of me, his eyes locked on mine. He was tall, with piercing yellow eyes. He was beautiful. I woke up feeling shaken, feeling like I'd seen a ghost. But the image stayed with me, haunting me. I couldn't stop thinking about him. Who was he? What did he want? And then, I started to see him in my waking life. Out of the corner of my eye, I'd catch a glimpse of him. But when I turned, he'd be gone. I'm starting to wonder if I'm losing my mind.
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