I clung to the mass of the slippery white seal as it dipped and twirled through the air.
Darkness rolled in, he ceased to swim and warned of trolls coming near.
I slid from his back and crawled in a hole, strictly driven by fear.
Chills crawled my spine as I saw a monster inclined to destroy all in his wake.
With dread, I realized my mistake and thought running the proper action to take.
Like a fox, I sprang from my hole and stealthily stayed to the shadow he did make.
It slobbered with the scent of my blood in his nose, steadily in pursuit of my bones.
The ground under my feet opened wide to expose a sheer tunnel of stone.
Farther and deeper I fell until I just couldn’t tell which possible way led home.
At the base of the well, a man lay in bed; I bounced off his chest to the ground.
I apologized profusely, he ignored me completely, going back to sleep safe and sound.
Within the dirt chamber, were weapons for battle, I chose the finest to be found.
Emboldened with courage I climbed a great staircase, leading to my perilous fate.
Under the sky, I was shocked to find that my beautiful flying seal had been ate.
Sword clenched in hand, I ran up and stabbed him, but my force proved inadequate.
Tossed high in the air, I gleaned the fatal error of attacking without a good plan.
I tumbled head over heels and fell into the grinding maw of the carnivorous villain.
Then I awoke because I didn’t want to know the joys of his lower intestine.
Picture is from Snow White and the Huntsman
This was based on a dream I had this morning. Quite an adventure. However badly it ended.