Underneath the Foliage

Dream::

It was me and a few friends, at a cabin in the middle of the woods. It was autumn and the leaves were in the midst of changing between yellow to orange. This other group of people showed up. At first it was just two or three of them. But the group kept growing and soon they were at about twenty individuals. And they were starting to get aggressive and began picking on me and my friends.

It wasn't long before they were ganging up on us. Making full use of the term mob mentality. We had to run. It was important to get out of there. I led my group of friends and ducked into the woods, darting between trees, leaping over branches and stumps, and trampling the foliage beneath our feet.

A few of my slower friends fell behind and was absorbed by the angry mob. We came across this road in the middle of this forest. It was only me and another friend who chose to cross it. Everybody else was sceptical for some reason, and their indecisiveness was what led to their destruction.
They were overcome by these corrupted, angry strangers.

While that mob was distracted, me and my friend who had crossed the road quickly buried ourselves beneath a pile of fallen leaves. I did not have much time to accomplish this. And thus the top of my head and half my face was still showing. I did not have even a second more to make the single sweeping motion that it would have took to cover my head with more dead leaves. My only hope was that I would still blend in with my surroundings.
There I was, facing the direction from which I came, watching my friends be destroyed by the mob. It was hard and I did not want to watch, but I had little choice, lest I be noticed myself... and blow the cover for both me and my friend. I did not look away and maintained my cover, scared that they would notice my eyes staring back at them. I continued to lie there.

The mob emerged from the forest out onto the road, dramatically looking in both directions. A few squinted their eyes in the direction in which we were hiding, looking for any trace of us. Obviously assuming we had run, and not hid. They saw no path blazed by us into the forest. The mob split up; half going up the road, and the other half headed down. There was so much determination on their behalf to find us, the two remaining individuals... and ruin us, like they had my friends.


And thus... I awoke.