Sam and I (Pt. 3)

Here's a little dream sequence from Sam and I:

The conversation stopped and sleep slowly came over me.  Despite the talk we’d just had, my dream was not that of zombies going door to door introducing themselves as sex offenders moving into the neighborhood, but rather a recurring dream I’d had as a child.  I grew up in a very rural area with lots of land.  Our property was broken up into five parts; there was the main lot with the house, a garden area, a barnyard and then 2 pastures.  In my dream, my brother and sister and I are playing in the barnyard.  I’m only 7 or 8 years old, which would put my brother and sister at 12 and 16 respectively.  The barnyard was positioned between the house lot and one of the pastures and beyond the pasture was a spring.  It was a strange thing because the area where we lived was fairly flat and any vegetation was hewn down, but the spring was like a little oasis of trees.  It was a bit scary though, as the trees were twisted and intertwined with each other creating what looked like a gateway to some other realm.  As my siblings and I played in the barnyard, one of us would notice something emerge from the spring.  It was always the same thing; a white dog.  We would stand there motionless and watch the beast sprint right for us.  As it got closer, my sister and brother would start to tremble and whimper with fear.  I was strong and only watched the dog in silence.  It soon dawned on us that the dog was not friendly, but rather on the hunt and we were the prey.  My siblings abandoned their posts and ran for the safety of the house, but I stayed.  For some reason I believed that I could fight the beast and win.  It got closer and closer; I could see its eyes fixed on me.  Adrenaline pumped through my body as the dog approached and I could hear its fur rustling, its paws hitting the ground and its heavy breathing.  A rage built up inside me as the dog leapt at me.  I instantly realized the gravity of the mistake I had made.  The beast ripped at my body, shredding my clothing and tearing my flesh.  I could feel its hot breath on my face and neck as it bit down, sinking its teeth into my skin.  I would grunt and reach wildly for anything that would assist me in escaping from my attacker, but there was nothing but barren earth.  It would shake me violently from side to side and lift me off the ground only to slam me back down, knocking precious breath from my lungs.  Then I would wake up with cold sweat on my brow and tears in my eyes.