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This is just an idea I had for my creative writing class
I may turn this into a story, maybe



I open my eyes to the endless landscape of air and ocean. Below me is a depthless ocean of the clearest water. I can see the ridges that populate the lowermost reaches of the ocean floor. Above me hangs a grand spiral of white clouds that encircle my position. My heart tells me that here is where I should be, the only problem with that is, I have no clue where here is. Does my heart wish to be here, in the middle of nowhere?

My scattered thoughts are interrupted by the soft sound of air. I look a few feet in front of me, the water at that spot is swirling around. As the moments pass the movement of the water becomes more violent. I find it harder to stand as the small waves shake the water I stand on.

Without warning a rapid gale hits the area, knocking me off my feet fast. My back doesn’t touch the water, as a thin layer of wind keeps me up. I feel the wind constantly moving in a circle on my back. I push myself up with my right hand, and like the air on my back, a gust of wind keeps my hand from touching the water.

Somehow I cannot register the actuality that is the wind. This dream is weird, but I am able to realize that it is a dream. But things are wrong in this one, I can feel the wind perfectly. I’ve had this dream before, but the gale has never come until now.

I raise my head to look in front of me. I find out that I am not longer alone. A slime figure in a black cloak stands before me, in each hand a elongated white lance. I cannot see his face, for the hood is up and closed. My heart is telling me I know him. My heart tells me many things, things I find to be deceiving.