Nothingness, that was all, no feeling, no life, no sounds, no smells, nothing. Next came falling, then heat, pain, horror, grotesque faces with eyes that chill the blood. More heat and pain, then came loneliness, isolation. Everything was wrong everything was not as it should be. Everything changed again, a room, concrete walls and black granite floors with red veins. It was cold, bitterly cold, dark claws came up out of the ground groping in the air. Grabbing the granite and throwing it outwards the red veins turned to fire. A figure emerged out of the ground, his very presence sent ice down ones back, his hands, or what should have been hands scraped the walls leaving deep gouges in the concrete. Laughter, cruel malevolent laughter could be heard, the creature threw back his hood and his dark eyes from hell itself scanned the room, looking for something..... or someone. There was no one there..... or was there, those eyes filled with evil landed on the right corner of the room, the clawed had was raised seeking to grab something.<br/><br/>Erik sat straight up in bed, breathing hard and looking around frantically! He had been in that room, not physically but like his spirit was there. Chills laced up and down his spine causing goosebumps to form. Laing back down Erik stared at the ceiling. He didn't want to sleep, no he didn't want to dream again. It didn't matter that a long day of classes was in front of him, he wouldn't sleep. Getting out of bed and walking down stairs Erik turned on the lights, they flickered like lightning before finally coming on. Erik winced at the harsh white light came to their full brightness.<br/><br/>Erik lived alone in a small two bedroom house, it had been his great grandfathers and no one cared to live in it so he took it. It was close to school and he didn't have to worry about room and board. Utilities were cheap enough. It was an old run down place but the year before Erik got here he invested a lot of money into the place and now it was all upgraded and looking nice. Small but very well put together.<br/><br/>Erik walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge, looking up and down through the shelves, he couldn't find anything, giving up he closed the door before the alarm went off. He glanced at the oven the time said 3:30, he had four hours before he needed to be at class. Stretching his arms out he let out a long yawn. He was used to not getting much sleep. He had insomnia and his dreams were way too vivid. Most blamed these problems on the stuff Erik read, saying his mind was always somewhere else. But that wasn't it, no he had been having strange dreams since before he could read. People didn't understand. That was alright though. The quiet railing on him when they found out he actually was going to college and had a nice house that he himself had fixed up. That seemed to make people think he might not be so hopeless after all.<br/><br/>Opening the pantry Erik grabbed some cereal, not bothering to get a bowl he walked to his living room and plopped down on the couch. Grabbing the remote he turned on his TV and DVD player. The movie he was watching the day before started right back up. Erik reached into the box of Trix and grabbed a handful, cupping his hands so nothing fell he grabbed a few at a time. He hated milk with his cereal, the only dairy product he liked was ice cream. He especially hated cheese.<br/><br/>The sun started to climb into the sky, Erik yawned again and got a iced mocha from the fridge. He needed a pick-me-up. Taking three large gulps he downed the drink and headed back upstairs to get ready for the day. He browsed through his wardrobe trying to figure out what to wear, a pair of black jeans with holes at the knees hung in front of him, grabbing the jeans he tossed them on his bed. He wore black 90% of the time. Now it was time to find a shirt, flipping through the items hanging in his closet he finally found a black shirt with silver foil angel wings on the back and a strange circle on the front. Grabbing his days cloths he went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Turning the water to lukewarm he hopped in. He took coldish showers in the morning to help him wake up. After drying off he turned on his music player and began to blast some upbeat music, another thing he had to do to wake up. Brushing his teeth and getting his hair in order Erik grabbed his black leather book bag and marched down the stairs. Grabbing his car keys Erik opened the front door and unlocked his car. It was a black two door car with leather interior. Erik opened the driver side door and slid in. Tossing his book bag to the passenger seat he inserted the key into the ignition. He loved it when his car came to life and he could feel it vibrate. Before switching it into drive Erik hooked up his Ipod and the music continued. Erik lived to music, he loved it and he had spent a lot of money upgrading his speakers on the car. Smiling he put the car into drive and drove to the University.<br/><br/>Parking toward the front Erik locked the car and walked to his class, Math, his most hated subject, and to boot today was the final exam. Erik slouched some as he walked into the class, his teacher an old curmudgeon stood at his desk looking as if he would like nothing better than to fail the entire class. While most teachers prided themselves on their high success rate Mr. Lank prided himself on his high fail rate. Erik never understood the man and often wondered how he stayed as teacher year after year. Settling into his desk Erik pulled out his pencil and waited for the test, the next two hours were going to be brutal.<br/><br/>Erik walked out of the test feeling exhausted and hoped that he got a passing grade, if he did than he was free and would never have to take math again! Erik walked over to the cafeteria, he had a long wait period before his next test, good thing too, he needed a break after that wringing! Erik sat at a table by himself with a cup of coffee with plenty of cream and even more sugar. He observed all the students, some of the older students in the masters program were coming in from one of their exams. Erik leaned back sipping the coffee preparing himself fro the next test... though his mind often turned to that dream..... it was so vivid and it disturbed him, he had to wonder what it meant. He tried to push it out of his mind cause it was distracting him but he couldn't escape for long the look in those eyes.