When I close my weary eyes the strangest dream takes me away to another world.

  Somehow the world feels cold, though not as different as I perceive mine to be.

  Just a different kind of cold.

  This time it isn't the people, but it truly is the world itself.

  Perhaps it's better to say that it feels hostile.

  I open my eyes and am greeted by a dark grey sky.

  It's so dark that it might rain soon.

  Instead of lying in my bed, I find myself on some ancient looking train-tracks.

  They feel cold and have been completely rusted up.

  Carefully I stand up and look around.

  It takes a moment for my eyes to adjust, I lean against something metal to calm my dizziness.

  As my head finally clears up I take a better look around.

  I seem to find myself at an old train station.

  A train station taken over by nature almost completely.

  Without thinking I walk inside the old building.

  It's gigantic, looking as if it was built in the 19th century. Though it has been clear that it has been modernised for the newer era's coming right after.

  Still some of the old beauty remains within.

  I guess trains driven by a steam engine must have driven through this one before.

  Imagining the people back then walking around on the platforms, makes me feel a little less lonely.

  I wonder in what time this dream must be taking place.

  Back in the past or far in the future.

  Perhaps not a time at all.

  After walking a little further I climb onto one of the platforms and go inside the innermost part of the building.

  It's dark.

  Well who the hell would have suspected differently? I sarcastically think.

  Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.

  Disappointed in myself I stick my hands in my pockets, to then quickly pull them out again.

  What the hell happened to my clothes?

  I look to see what I'm wearing, only to find some strange looking grey coat.

  Something someone would only wear during a zombie apocalypse, is the first thought shooting through my mind.

  Carefully I reach back into the pockets and find something my fingers somehow immediately recognize as a flashlight.

  How strange.

  I take it out and turn it on.

  A bright light shoots out of the small, cold object showing me my surroundings.

  It's all old and broken down.

  It feels colder inside than outside.

  Suddenly I hear something move.

  Immediately I turn to face it with the flash light.

  The thing that made the noise lunges itself at me.

  Without really controlling anything, my hand moves automatically to my back, takes something from it and smashes it right into the creature's body.

  A weapon.

  A spear.

  Familiar yet unfamiliar.

  Cold yet warm.

  At a speed that isn't mine.

  The creature before me moves once more and I slice off its head in a single movement.

  It drops down and spiders start crawling out of it like crazy.

  Something about the small creatures seems to be wrong.

  Very, very wrong.

  "What the-?!" I quickly stop myself from yelling and start stomping the spiders that are desperately crawling towards me.

  As they all finally seem to be dead, I decide to take a closer look.

  The thing that attacked me looked somewhat human, though long dead, almost like a zombie.

  It seems to have been reanimated by these strange spiders.

  The spiders have all been very clearly machine or human made, as they are small machines themselves only taking the shape of the very small insects.

  Grossed out I shake my head and decide to go back outside again.

  I don't want to meet more of these anyway.

  I scan with my eyes the outside once more, finding an old bench that still looks strangely whole.

  Still somehow less broken then the rest of them.

  Like it had been in some kind of time-capsule or perhaps there was a caretaker who only cared for that bench.

  I decide to make my way there.

  My eyes quickly notice something strange lying on the bench.

  It's a book.

  An old book, bound in leather.

  It's almost as if the book is taking my entire attention.

  I just can't seem to look away from it.

  Like it has got me bound in some sort of spell.

  Like the book is swallowing the entire world and perhaps even my mind with it.

  Without thinking I pick it up.

  Somehow it still feels somewhat sturdy.

  Did someone just left it here?

  There is a name written on it, but somehow I can't read who wrote it. Everytime I try to focus it seems to fade.

  The title, which I can read, says: 'Book of the apocalypse'.

  How strangely captivating.

  I open it and find it to be written in a way I somehow can't read no matter how well I concentrate.

  Some words do appear though.

  Words such as: Faith, betrayal and rebirth.

  I wonder what they're supposed to mean.

  Then I feel the presence of something behind me.

  Without dropping the book I spin around to watch.

  A ghostly shadow appears before me.

  It's speaking to me in a voice I can't understand.

  Something about it seems familiar.

  It makes me feel dizzy again.

  The world starts to turn and stir, almost like a soup.

  Going around turning on me turning around me.

  I don't belong here.

  Gasping for air I wake up in the dark.

  Stumbling around, I reach for my nightlight.

  It takes me longer than usual to turn it on.

  I see that I'm back in my apartment.

  The strange fear creeping over my body has me shaking.

  It... wasn't a nightmare... right?

  Then how come it has shaken me up so much?

  I've never had a dream that felt so real...

  I take my phone from beside me on my nightstand and look at the black screen.

  The dark screen shows me my reflection by the light of nightlight. A shadowy, but familiar sight.

  I'm me... right?

  It takes me a short moment to find back my own name.

  I'm Farren.

  My last name... Shannon.

  Just what the hell was that dream from before?!

  I sigh deeply and decide that I can't go back to sleep like this.

  I need to write it down.

  I need to write all of it down!

  I will regret it if I don't!

  But my shivering and tired body decides something else.

  I reach out my hand, but it falls back, my sight turning dark again. Taking me back into the darkness.