• Dreams are very strange things. They can show you anything in the world, but they chose to show you the strangest stuff. You can wake up again and again but it will still linger, waiting for you to fall asleep so it can torment you for another night. Of course you could wish it would last forever but never see it again. I just wish I could stop dreaming, but that is what keeps me going.
    Tonight was my recurring dream. The one of death.
    This night I was fighting. My sward smashing and destroying all the Sandmen it could. Sandmen are creatchers of literally sand that will take the shape of man. Their feet are missing from their bodies and replaced with mounds of sand keep ing them close to the earth where they belong. Although they reside in Malion, the land of the living sand, we were in my home, Heartland. I could hear the gentle flow of the ocean hitting the rocky cliff face even through the thick tropical forest.
    The more sandmen I destroyed, the more came, like I was trying to kill a hydra. I looked around for an escape and only found a gentle stream. I fled in to the water as I felt a gritty blade reach in to my side. I fell in the water as it came out of me.
    ''Look at this. The last of a once grate nation taken out by my blade." said one of them and with laughter like rocks hitting each other, they faded into the ground.
    I rolled on to my back and propped myself up using my arms. Time passed and I felt the sand leave my wound. I tried to get up a couple times only to stumble back into the water. In the end I yelled for help that I knew would never come. I felt the air completely leave my chest and my heart stop. Again I had died, like all the other dreams.
    But, of course, it was only a dream.