A story of a dream

i forgot the last time i woke up feeling refreshed..it's always the same damn thing.i get up tired than ever.I wake up the same way i went to sleep.tired.The days are long and hot.clouds melted away leaving empty skies..I always have this one dream..And not a good one.here,i sift through the days and time,almost aimlessly looking for something,and without the most minute inkling on what it is..and in this dream a murderous being is loose..

A butcher by profession.But by some sin he's committed,he becomes a tainted soul..and in this dream im always in this one warehouse.and it has that sharp metallic smell of blood.The walls are red,and there are corpses or carcasses hanging by hooks from the ceiling.it's all so vivid.like im really there in person to soak it all in,though i don't want to..And each time after i wake up,i just remember how strong the scent is..And in this warehouse,i just know it's is around lurking..each dark corner i turn to,with my heart racing i half expect him to be there,i catch it at the corner of the eye,and it disappears,.though im half dazed.the dream seems lucid enough..There are moans and low groans..it seems like those things hanging from the ceiling are alive..yet barely..i have no compassion in that dream,just fear..pure unadulterated fear.

And each time i look out a dusty cob webbed ridden window,i see this one thing on the roof opposite the warehouse..a scaly rat like reptile which sits on it's hind legs and stares at the moon.arching and strengthening it's back almost rhythmically.it looks horrid and at this part,every single time i take a step back from the window and i wake up.with my heart doing a little jig, and sweat drenched..it's one of those dreams that is capable of making a person dread the idea of going back to sleep..so i stay awake,till it's time to get up...every single time.