Darkness was the only thing notable about this latest nightmare. The rain was the least of his worries. He quickly pushed past the assorted graves, paying no mind to who was gone, or remembered. He didn't even think to himself that he could possibly end up in one as he made his way through the mud. Shaky hands moved bushes out of the way, heavy breathing and the eyes of one locked in fear shone in the dim light of the raining sky. He had to make it out of this rain somehow. He pushed on, despite the sounds in the forest around him, The cries of the night. Darkness never really scared him, It was what was in the darkness he feared most. Just as he turned to try and figure out what scurried behind him, His back was met with cold steel. A shiver shot up his spine as he turned to see the huge metal gate, black as night, cold as death.<br/><br/>Nathan Looked to this monstrous Structure and slowly backed away, until he heard the loud creek of steel grating against steel. His breathing almost stopped as he saw the gate slide open, a thought in the back of his mind to venture further. just as he was about to ignore the would be warning from his mind, He heard a voice from behind him say."We do not allow monsters through here." Then came the screams again. He quickly flung himself into the gates, and closed them behind him, Fumbling To get back to a vertical base as he turned to see a figure in the darkness running up the road he had been on not moments before. He quickly took off toward the asylum until he heard the sounds of shaking and attempts to pry the gate open by force. He stood and watched as the figure shook the gates wildly. He hadn't locked them, so then why weren't they opening for this thing. Of course. It was trying to kill him. There was no other explanation. He took this to heart and immediately ran toward the asylum, Ready to burst down the doors. Reaching the steps he went into a sprint and leapt into the air to kick the doors in. Whether they were locked or not was not his concern.<br/><br/>A small thought of panic went through his mind as the door opened, His father stood in the doorway, but he was already in the air and could do nothing to stop himself. He sailed through the doors and landed on his ass with load thud. The darkness was now all around him, his father was gone, and the doors behind him were shutting. He quickly tried to scramble to the doors, But they flung shut, leaving him in the darkness. It was then that he began to scream!<br/>------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Nathan Shot up in his bed, Finishing the scream from his nightmare. He breathed hard, Sweat trickled down his brow and body as he looked around the room to see if he was still in the nightmare. He looked around his apartment and sighed with huge relief as he saw the digital clock on the nightstand, his hand going to his forehead to rest his head."That was the worst one yet..." He said softly under his breathe. He sat there for a few moments, still breathing heavily. Not from his fear, but he was beyond exhausted. He felt as though he hadn't slept in close to a week. He quickly pulled the covers off of him and headed toward the bathroom. The second he touched the ground to begin his quest, He winced and growled. A sharp pain from his ass to the middle of his back."Son of bitch..." He said angrily as he doubled over for a second. After babying the painful area for a few seconds, he slowly stood back up and shook his head.<br/><br/>"Since when did nightmares cause pain...." He chalked it up to a coincidence, and went about his morning routine. Got in the shower, Getting colder every day from the lack of payment to the heating bill and less sleep. He didn't mind it so much, kept him awake, though he wasn't alert much anymore. Even his girlfriend noticed a change in behavior. She wasn't here this morning, which obviously meant he had fallen asleep again during their sexy time. He would have to call and apologize again today. Yipee... he thought. After his shower, He came into his living room, got dressed and sat down, waiting for his coffee machine to turn on. He didn't have to be at work for hours, and since it was 6 in the morning, his coffee machine should be starting any second now. He calmly hunched over in the chair, resting his forehead on his hands, sighing loudly."3 days in a row..." He said softly as he went over the dream in his mind, little by little, analyzing it. In all his study, this was one of those dreams he just couldn't analyze properly. As the coffee machine started, he began to calm down, smelling the rich caffeine extravaganza begin. This brought him a few minutes of joy.<br/><br/>Once he had his coffee, He pulled from his bag at his feet a macbook Pro and set it on his small coffee table, And began to troll different sites, for no real reason. As he drank his coffee, He thought about the figures he had seen in past dreams, wondering what they were. He decided to ask google. Couldn't hurt right? He went to google and typed in the questions that were on his mind."I have been dreaming of shadow people... what does it all mean?" Was the Question he posted. He didn't truly expect an answer right away, but still he stared at his computer screen, eyes glazed over, breathing slow. To the naked eye, it would look like he was waiting on an answer. In truth, he had zoned out from the exhaustion. He remained for several seconds, before finally shaking his head and chuckling. Probably won't get an answer anyway..." He said with a scoff as he shut the computer down and finished his coffee. He then got up, grabbed his keys, put the laptop in the bag and headed out the door to his car. Off to starbucks, for there was no school today, and work was online. He got in his Buick lesabre, Took a Marlboro out of the pack in the center, Lit it up, took a long drag, then started the car and headed out to start his day. Bring it on, he thought. Another Sleepless day.