• I found myself being shoved and pushed into a red and black train.
    As soon as I got on, I showed myself to a small balcony, next to a room filled with pearl-white sheets.

    The train began to move out of the station.

    A salty breeze filled my lungs as we passed the ocean. I looked straight ahead of me from the side of the train on the balcony. Complete ocean. I looked to the left, where I came from. Ocean. I glanced through the bars at my feet, to the wheels; ocean. Not even a railroad track was beneath the speeding train.

    I took a few deep breaths as I noticed a small, green patch of land. Or at least it seemed green. The reason that I couldn't see the island very clearly was just this: nearly all of it was covered by an enourmous, twenty-foot long wolf with large, solid paws, bright yellow eyes, and glimmering white fangs. Although I expected to be moving away from the wolf, the island seemed to be moving with the train. My arms suddenly, unconciously waved in the air - my voice hollering and shouting. The dog turned its head towards me, glaring, its' stare piercing a shiver up my whole body.
    It made the most magnificent leap from the island to the train. I screamed, and ran into the room filled with cotton-white sheets, slamming the door.

    The wolf didn't follow.

    But what did follow me from the wolf was a deep, but gentle voice: "Why did you run? I would never hurt anyone."