I'm dreaming again. It's that same one I always have, the one where I'm a deer with a human face.

But this time...

The deer could see me...They seemed so...afraid of me. So frightened. I was just a tiny fawn. So small, so slow.

How can they be frightened of me? Did they...think I was someone else? Did they not see me as a fawn?

But...that deer...with the skull mask...Those huge brown antlers...that horrible pelt...He was really scary...He didn't belong in my dream. Mommy told me once that you can sometimes change your own dreams. So I tried to make him go away. He was scaring me...But...He looked confused. Maybe he didn't understand me. I just don't want my dream to turn into a nightmare, Mr. Stag. Can't you understand me? But I...guess I'm sorry. I reacted, and I didn't mean to. Maybe you're actually nice.

My dream always goes the same way. I wake up in a forest. It's peaceful, but I can only walk really, really slow. All the deer are nice; they prance around, but they don't see me. I love going there. It's how I get away...But this time...was a nightmare.

This time it was foggy. This time, deer were fighting.

This time, I could run.

I could feel.

I try to wake up.

I can't.

I'm scared.

What if I can't ever go back?

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Somehow, I'm awake again. Awake in the forest.

I trot towards a deer. He's got a crying mask. Ram horns. Autumn pelt. He's handsome to me, but I don't...I don't know. But I need to ask somebody...I need to know if this is...real.

I walk closer. I nuzzle him, try to ask him if he's dreaming too. He's sad, so sad, and exhausted. I nuzzle him more. I try to tell him, it'll be alright. Whatever is happening to you will be alright...

Antlers crash into my skull.

Hooves follow.

I cry out, bellowing in pain. The world is spinning, crashing and burning. My head is flaming.

I try to tell this thing to go away. It doesn't listen.

I'm getting bellowed at, hooves are crashing down on my head.

This deer...is...

...killing me?

I back away. I'm sobbing now. He advances. Another deer in a skull mask seems to be... backing him up? Protecting me? I cannot tell. The pictures are appearing and disappearing rapidly in front of my eyes, as though I'm not connected to this at all...But something blazes through the fog that has filled my mind.

They're going to kill me...at least, he is.

As soon as I realize this, I realize just how dangerous this world really is...

The pain is pounding in my head. I'm just dreaming, I say. Dreaming! Dreaming! You can't be killed in a dream! I'm trying to tell myself this, but it isn't working.

The tears are flowing with the blood. I can feel pain. Why didn't I sense something? Why couldn't I have found someone else? Why did I choose him, who is so unlike any other deer in my dreams?

They retreat. I pant, exhausted, bleeding. I hear words. A stag says,

“No Baal, you don't need more trouble then you already have.. Leave this fawn be, for what did it do to you? Is it's beauty? The way that it's young and carefree? Come Baal, let us leave.”

Baal. So that's my attacker. And that other stag was protecting me.

But I still can't understand.

Why wouldn't this “Baal” listen? Why would he hurt me?

The blood has flown from my cheeks.

This forest is real, and I'm hurting.

Am I... dying?

...Dead?

I black out. I don't know if I'll ever come back again.

((@ Snail- hope you don't mind the direct quote. ^^ If you do, I can fix it. xD))