And Then I Dreamed: Hellhounds

They’re chasing after her, those red-eyed hellhounds in skins of man. She darts away, barely ahead. Her eyes are wide, her breaths released in sobs. Her long hair is taunting as it narrowly escapes the hungered reaches of her pursuers.

I cannot lie still and do nothing.

The hunters are gaining. Their eyes are gleaming. Tongues slide across bloodied teeth. They whip their horses with cruel strokes, cutting into skin, and red droplets are trampled under death dealing hooves.

Squeals are drawn from the worn steeds. Whites show as eyes roll and froth drips from chained mouths.

My heart clenches at the thought of their success. To see her fall, her red life trampled and bleeding into the ground, the notion alone makes me feel sick.

I reach out my hand, and her eyes meet mine. They’re wild, untamed. For a moment the glowing orbs rebel, until hungry cries behind her relieve her of choice. She changes direction, eyes locked with mine, and I, too, begin my journey forward.

But she is not the only one who has spotted me. The hunters renew their efforts. Now they hunt not one, but two prey.

A spike of fear runs me through. But the mere thought of them succeeding burns away the hesitation that threatened my limbs.

I can feel the tremors of the deadly hooves hitting the ground, approaching; the pounding drums that herald death.

Desperation fuels us, and finally we clasp hands. A relieved sob caresses my lips. I wrap my arms around her, and we fall to the ground. Above us the hunters triumph, horses rearing, hooves flailing, readying to execute the final note of the hunters’ drums.

But when the beat sounds, we are no longer there. For up we have flown, past the reaching hands, past the drumming hooves.

Shadowy in form, we race for the sky. Arms like wings we flap, fighting to go higher, higher. And then we begin to fall, and desperation once again claws at my heart. This wasn’t right. We had to go up. We had to. And so we rise, up and up, so light, ‘till the scene below feels like naught but a mere dream.


I often have these adventure dreams where I’m on a quest to save someone. I’m not quite sure why. I guess I fancy myself a hero. Ha.

6 thoughts on “And Then I Dreamed: Hellhounds

  1. I like the term you coined these kind of occurrences: “Adventure dreams.”

    They seem to be the only kind of dreams I really ever have. Though every time I experience this phenomenon, I experience another: Remembrance.

    Every dream I have, that is of any significance, I seem to remember always. From dreams I had when I was ten years old to dreams I have to this day’s very morning– I remember in full detail as if I had just awoken.

    I have not been able to find any other person who experiences this phenomenon. So begs the question:

    Do you find significance in these kinds of dreams?
    Do you remember them always, and, when they seem as if they’ve gone away from your mind, there they are yet again– in vivid display upon your mind’s eye?


    • I often forget my dreams, or at least part of them. Some I do remember quite vividly, such as this one. I have not remembered a dream for a long time now, though.

      I’m really not sure what they mean, but I like to think they’re our subconscious trying to tell us something. Perhaps a reminder, or a warning. Or perhaps even simply stress relief.


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