That dream was far too real.
Indistinguishable from reality, for most of it I had no idea it was a dream.
This realisation only because apparent time slowed, it was like moving through treacle.
Snapping myself away there was a cold sweat present and for the first time in a long time I was physically disturbed by something that wasn’t even real, yet it could be.
Worst part about it all was that even though it was a dream violence was a central part.
Always a central part is one of the three.
The most in one has been two, fight & literal flight.
I wonder what will happen when all three appear, guess one day I will find out.