Baudelaire Academy

I felt the fear grab me before I even realised I was dreaming. The dream had started pleasant enough, something to do with a beach and some hot guy rubbing suntan oil on me. Then the images came tumbling through my mind: fire and blood, the smell of smoke and the feel of chilling snow around me. The pictures wrapped around me, suffocating me, until some rational part of my brain tried to remind me that this wasn’t a dream.