I sat among the giant crowd, yet isolated and alone.
The rickety bleachers worn to grey and splinters rough beneath me as I faced off with a large man.
First it was his turn, then it was mine.
Winner lives.
Nothing to protect me but a tiny pair of gloves and the fact that his bow was yet untried.
I clutched at the small scarlet gloves. What to protect? My face? My heart? My neck?
The crowd cheers.
Winner advances, and I waited to meet round two.
Trapped in the roiling crowd, I had no panic, just icy, calm fear.
Could I win all three rounds?
I am again linking up with Northwest Frame of Mind and her 1 Day 1 World project. Sadly between the hours 2AM and 4AM I couldn’t seem to muster the will to get up and take a picture. But my sleeping mind has always been full of vivid pictures, this was just part of my nightmare Saturday night.
Behind the Willows 
Wow, what a dream… will we get part 2 next week???
Honestly, I hope not, I’m not interested in revisiting that dream! I can tell you that I did survive all three rounds though!
Whew, that’s all I need to know! 🙂
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Crazy dream! I have vivid ones like that, too and you wake up feeling a little nutty…that one sounds like some nasty boxing version of The Hunger Games!
Your dream seems so NORMAL – mine are very confusing, but a possibility for the next time period, if I can make any sense of one.