It's begun again. I'm in the forest, and it's dark. The trees are black and the ground is hot and I'm suffocating. It's hard to breathe. I'm trying to focus but all around me the forest is closing in. Somebody's calling my name. I have to save them. I have to protect them. From who? From what? Who is this person to me?

A black shadow forms in front of me. The shadow shows an inhumane grin and towers over me. I scream and trample over my own feet as I try to run. I know I can't escape this fate. I know this is just a dream. I've had it before.

Since I've turned seventeen the dreams have been getting worse.. more real. I have this dream every night. The shadow always gets me. 

I turn my head around as I'm still running and the shadow is still there taunting me. Long skinless hands extend out of the shadows and nip at my ankles. I'm no longer screaming. I'm to afraid to scream. I know it's time. This is where my dream always ends. The shadow grabs my arm and its sharp nails scratch deep into my flesh; I cry out in response. I'm no loner running. The pain is more real than anything I've ever felt in a dream before. This dream is somehow different. The shadow has never actually hurt me before. I grab at my arm and watch as the blood wells up and drips onto the ground. I look up at the shadow and it grins even wider when it realizes it can cause me to bleed. It reaches for me again.. and that's when I woke up.