Never ending nightmare

I was in a long blood red dress, the embroidery on my sleeves was golden and I could see that I had been wearing this for quite some time. The hem on the bottom of my dress was rough and soiled. My hair was long, wavy and had fallen out of the elegant bun on to my solders. My feet pinched from the shoes that I had been wearing longer then usually.  

I was standing in a cabin, a small, round, warm cabin with a fire in the middle. I knew we couldn’t stay inside. Every second we waited we were closer to dying. The 10 people around me where talking about how we were going to escape up to the castle at the very top of the village. And then we heard them. The white walkers, they had a different look then the walkers in the series, they were a mixture of the dead pirates from pirates of the carbine and the white walkers from GOT.

We started running. No one counted me as a warrior, neither did I, but I knew how to handle a lighter sword. As I was running, the cabin behind us blew up whit a high explosion, I could feel the heat and the power in my back when it pushed me to the ground.

Everybody was screaming and I could see the white walkers throwing themselves over the people in the village.

He women behind me, clearly a warrior, ran across the uneven ground with a boy, not older than two, in her arms. Her dress was in the same blood red as mine, but was cut on the sides to make her more moveable. The castle suddenly changed to a small cottage and when I reached the porch I stood and waited for the warrior woman and the small boy. I had run passed a big wooden bar with a small table around it. I tried to catch my breath as I waited for the woman warrior. I could see my warm breath in the cold air as the white walkers approached the woman carrying the small child. The woman in the blood red dress put the child down on the little table in the bar. She ran across the road in to small shed. In this moment, I realise, the boy, the small boy sitting by the bar with blond hair, blue eyes and no understanding for anything that happened, he is my son.

The woman comes running back. She is holding a squared object in a small rope, and for some reason I know that this is highly explosive material. I start running towards the whit walkers, towards the warrior woman, towards my son.

The warrior woman starts swinging the explosive, when she finally lets it go in the air I still don’t have the boy in my reach. He is more than 15 meters away. The explosion throws me back and everything goes black.

I wake up whit a tug and I’m back in my bedroom. Tobias is sleeping, calmly. 

Almost every night I fall asleep with the feeling that something is going to go wrong, and usually I dream something horrible, but then when I finally wake up, I just remember it for a short second and what I’m left with is a dark substance I my ribcage. The feeling lingers on and when I fall asleep again everything just starts over.