DREAM: 3

JACOB'S CATHARSIS 

   It felt like he was in the midst of a battle.  The crumbling façade of a wall lay before him, and the smoldering ruins of a city fell behind it.  The yells and screams from the charging forces that advanced left the weeping and moans of the dying behind.  The deafening noise came from every direction but all he could do was just stand there watching.  Suddenly Jacob’s bewildered panic turned to sheer horror as a monstrous face turned in his direction and began screaming orders to him.

   The blackened-face looked like it belonged to a charred body that had just been pulled from a fire.  The creature’s yellow-pooled eyes were blood shot and mean.  Its mouth was filled with jagged canines, sputtering a guttural voice.  It viciously barked at Jacob, “Hurry up you sloth, before the best killing is done with.  You heard the horns calling us to – Ugh!”  The thing’s growl was cut short as its eyes opened to their widest; then the beast collapsed dead at Jacob’s feet.  The Goblin’s back was riddled with arrows, but many more of its kind was armed and rushing headlong, just as eager for the taste of war.

Jacob woke up wide eyed and breathing heavily from his dream.  Its realism was disturbing as he sat up on the side of the bed rubbing his ear, and the sleep from his eyes.