that—he was used to it now。
My nightmare probably wouldn't even frighten someone else。 Nothing jumped out
and screamed； 〃Boo！〃
There were no zombies； no ghosts； no psychopaths。 There was nothing； really。
Only nothing。 Just the
endless maze of moss…covered trees； so quiet that the silence was an
unfortable pressure against my
eardrums。 It was dark； like dusk on a cloudy day； with only enough light to
see that there was nothing to
see。 I hurried through the gloom without a path； always searching； searching；
searching； getting more
frantic as the time stretched on； trying to move faster； though the speed made
me clumsy Then there
would e the point in my dream—and I could feel it ing now； but could
never seem to wake
myself up before it hit—when I couldn't remember what it was that I was
searching for。 When I realized
that there was nothing to search for； and nothing to find。 That there never
had been anything more than
just this empty； dreary wood； and there never would be anything more for me
nothing but nothing
That was usually about when the screaming started。
I wasn't paying attention to where I was driving—just wandering through
empty； wet side roads as I
avoided the ways that would take me home—because I didn't have anywhere to
go。
I wished I could feel numb again； but I couldn't remember how I'd managed it
before。 The nightmare was
nagging at my mind and making me think about things that would cause me pain。
I didn't want to
remember the forest。 Even as I shuddered away from the images； I felt my eyes
fill with tears and the
aching begin arou