Dream- a short story. I was hunting dream. he ran, faster and faster. clutching my diamond sword i ran into a witches hut to take a breath. bad was far behind in the swamp. after a few minutes, i heard a stabbing sound and the sound of a witch falling to the ground. i straightened up, horrified until i heard the soft whisper " oh george..." i gripped my sword, but is a flash of a second it was whipped from my hands. i was smashed to the wooden ground, and in a flash of green, i was underneath the strong grip of dream. his hands felt around my shoulders, pinning me down. he slowly pulled an axe to my neck, and with a horrid ripping sound, my neck was slitted. dream cut off the rest of my head, laughing softly.