The green house death effect

a nightmare that occurs every night after having different dreams this is a true story

 I see myself walking down the wooden floored hallway to my old house in where I once lived. I can't smell anything I can't hear anything I can't think anything thats when i realize it's a dream removing it's veil and revealing it's self as a nightmare. The floor boards creak and feel chalky under my dry naked feet. I can feel my toes tingle when I reach the stairs my hand flows down the roughness of the banner jutting out of the wall my feet seem to be floating almost as I reach the first step. Then another, my hand slowly lets go of the banner as I lean foward slightly the balls of my feet are the only thing keeping me on ground now. Then I am flying, but I don't go up I fly downward into the floor I tumble in the air before meeting my target point like I am simply a bullet to a gun. My head cracks as my head disposes it's self onto the floor then the mirror cracks and I fall into whiteness and wake up. 

Author's Note

ignore grammar problems please!

Reviews

[Aileen]

wow powerful. i luv it. keap up th great work.
luv ya
Aileen

[Kyle]

sooo...this was the nightmare u drew on paper, great story, beautiful imagery and details, i loved when u said "Then I am flying, but I don't go up I fly downward into the floor I tumble in the air before meeting my target point like I am simply a bullet to a gun". great line