My eyes shifted back and forth, like the eyes on one of those cat clocks.  Thunderous pounds surrounded me, like there was a war close by.  The streets were filled with a thick fog, like steam rising from a lake on a cold morning.  I walk down the fog-covered street, a car far off in the distance was heading towards me.  There was a cat in the middle of the street as the car drove towards it.  It was paralyzed with fear like a deer in headlights.  The car came to a screeching stop, the cat darted off like a wild animal that heard a gun shot.  Off in the distance you could hear a child crying, it echoed through the streets like a police siren.  Down the street a figure appears through the fog, only the outline can be seen.  The figure moves like a shadow on the wall, disappearing if you blink for a second.  I walked down the street some more, neon light signs light up the night and they dance in the darkness.  Standing out like a white dot on a sheet of black paper.  I walked by an ally full of garbage, were stray dog were looking for food.  As I walked by I must have caught there attention.  They look at me like I was there next meal, growls began to come from the ally way.  I began to run the dogs started in pursuit, it looked like a dog race, and I was the rabbit that the dogs were chasing.  As I was running the dogs got closer and closer.  It felt like one of those nature shows there the pack of wolves chased their prey.  As I was running I threw objects down behind me to slow the hungry beasts down.  I came to a fence at the end of an ally way, I climbed it as fast as I could.  It was like a squirrel fleeing for its life up a tree.  As I’d hoped the dogs were stuck on some of the objects I threw behind, I was also behind the safety of the fence.  Which was like being behind bulletproof glass in a gun shoot out.  I made my way back out to the street trying to catch me breath from the chase and the excitement.  I felt like a smoker that was having a hard time breathing.  I made my way to a bus stop, the bus arrived and I bored. The bus began on its way and started to pass over a bridge.  As I relaxed in the back of the bus, a loud popping noise occurred, like someone popped a paper bag but intensified by ten times.  The bus veered off to one side, and crashed through the rails on the bridge.  The bus fell like a brick from the top of a building, I could see the pavement racing toward the bus.  I saw the front end of the bus hit first and the bus crumpled, like stepping on an empty can of pop.  Just before I hit the pavement my eyes opened and I sat up, quickly scanning my surroundings like and animal that just got dropped into the zoo. Realizing I was in my room and it was just a dream I let out a sigh of relief and went back to sleep.
 

Ryan Buchan