I've been challenged...by entities not of this world...Grotesque looking faces materialize into view. They leer at me daring me to step into the field of battle that is already raging in full force. I take a deep breath, trying my best to hide the fear I walk in calmly. I look around me to see if I have any allies. So far I see no one. The battle continues…who’s fighting who I’m not entirely sure. What I do know for sure is that I have been targeted and I am being attacked from all sides yet I stubbornly hold my ground and hit back. I see bright lights all over. It’s disorienting. I don’t know which way to turn. No turning back now anyway. Now would be a good time for my dragon counterpart to turn up, but she’s nowhere to be seen. Suddenly I feel a distress signal break out inside me. She’s being attacked too. A well planned strike I must say. But you don’t yet know who you’re dealing with.
This place I’m in shows signs of great prosperity. A vast field that was once home to many creatures and spirits. Now I see nothing but sadness. The flowers and trees dead and stained with blood, a river that once flowed proudly now carries blood and corpses of many things. And still the battle rages. I strike at the demons with all my strength, but I feel myself weakening. I now see other beings entering the fray. Friends? Apparently so. I don’t know who they are but their presence gives me strength. These spirits or whatever they are now begin to attack these malicious demons. We are outnumbered but far stronger. I think…
But they’re numbers keep growing. I don’t understand it. Where are they all coming from? I’m not even sure about where we are. Do I control what happens here? I am the writer of dreams after all…but somehow I still feel too weak unleash my full potential. There’s something missing in me….something that once gave me all the energy I needed to fight these demons. It’s gone now. This seems futile. Somewhere far away I hear a voice cry for retreat. We’re fleeing the battle. I close my eyes and open them again to find myself in my room weak and shivering. I feel shamed…I don’t know if I can keep fighting…but I know I must…
These unearthly entities, they don’t know who they’re dealing with yet. I imagine they must now be celebrating their victory. Well enjoy it while it lasts. I will come back, I will keep fighting even though I know it will end up destroying me.

They need to be taught a lesson

Do not fuck with the writer of dreams