Dreams

I'm in a forest, dark and cold, running from something I can't see. There is blood in my eyes from a cut on my head, so it's actually hard to see anything. I can smell the trees and the mold, and when I trip over a large branch the dirt gets in my mouth. It tastes bad, and leaves an odd texture in my mouth. I pick myself up again, running. Running. The blurry reddened world becomes clear for a moment as I stop to wash my face in a stream, praying the creature can't catch up to me... I can hear it barking and snarling, and turn my head to realize it's a black dog with long yellowed teeth and a scarred muzzle. The last thing I see are those teeth closing down on me. The last thing I hear are my screams. Then the world goes black and I'm no longer dreaming in my own point of view. I'm watching the wild dog eat my face, and the river turn red with blood. I see my fingers jerk, long since my body stopped moving, and then I wake up...

I had that dream four years ago, possibly five, and I remember it as if I had it last night. So I decided it was worthy of being in my dream collection.