Dreamer

You tell him to let her go. He turns his gaze to you, frowns and releases his grip on Trixie. He turns his horse and advances towards you. Each moment becomes more surreal, fractions at a time. Time has slowed way, way down. Everything is slow motion! You continue to gaze at the advancing "Bringer of Death" guy. The horse is huge. You can tell the horse is pissed because you see fire in his eyes. Viscose fluids pour from the nostrils. The Bringer of Death Guy however seems pleased in anticipation of your impending slaughter. But your attention goes back to the eyes of the beast. You gaze at that fire in its eyes and you flash back to gazing at the fireplace at home. You feel the peace, the silence, the warmth. Your awareness suddenly shifts as your eyes strain to refocus on a blurred object. You hear laughter. Your former awareness returns. The blurred figure is Trixie. She is laughing her ass off. You remember the Bringer of Death guy. He is nowhere in sight. He apparently vanished. You realize he was some sort of illusion conjured up by Trixie.