He couldn't unfurl his eyes. They seemed to have been hit. Distress from his eyes was coursing through his head.
The following minute he felt a clump of warmth. His eyes opened, and he discovered the fuzz of wood he was positioned on the lid, had been set ablaze.
Scanning around him, he notices the menacing appearance of people around him. They had no faces. And eventually, they turned into a wad of smoke– one after the other– with mocking laughter.
He couldn't be any less scared—
A tumultuous noise shoved him into consciousness. With sweat crawling down his head and a frightened expression on his face, he glanced around him.
So that was a dream.
The second time he was having the same strange dream. The sole difference was that he was about to be scorched alive in this one. In the previous dream, his neck had been hung.
