In the dream, I was running through a forest. I had a bow in my hand and a quiver of arrows around my shoulder. I thought that because I've been reading "The Hunger Games" I must have been picturing myself as Katniss in the arena. But the bow and quiver wasn't silver like in the book. I was running from something, but didn't have the slightest idea what. I saw others running beside me. Children and teenagers, all running in the same direction. I heard screams coming from beside me. I looked over and saw the children being pulled back by something. I didn't dare look over my shoulder, I just kept running. Soon, I was the only one left. I could feel my heart racing and my lungs burning, begging for air. I paused and drew back an arrow, shooting it at the direction I had come from. Then I took off running again. I came to a clearing and crashed on the ground. I was trying to get my feet back under me when I looked up and saw all the trees were on fire. There was no where for me to run, and the fire was closing in on me. I felt the air being burned off and becoming thin, and the heat was becoming near unbearable. I saw something just beyond the flames. All I could make out was the silhouette of a man. I started to back up, but felt the flames behind me burning my back. I looked back at the flames and then at the man. He was just standing there, staring me down. I looked between them again, and then turned my back to the man and dove into the fire.
I woke up in a cold sweat and brought my knees up to my chest. Whoever that man was, I was willing to burn to death to escape him.
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