The Dreams It Sends

I apologize for not writing sooner. I was preoccupied. I don't have time to explain right now, though.

The other night I had a strange dream. 

The Rake was on the end of my bed just staring at me. I was paralyzed with fear and I didn't know what to do. It continued to stare intently at me for a while, then it rose and picked me up from my bed. I still was unable to move. 

The Rake then took me to the woods and into a giant tree trunk. The bottom of the trunk had a whole which lead underground. It carried me into there and set me down inside a room. It then left. I remember staying in that underground room for a while and I was planning escape. Then I heard rustling from down the tunnel. I backed myself into the corner of the room. 

The room smelt of dried blood and mixtures of soil. A small table-like structure was formed in the middle of the dirt room. Nothing else resided in the area. 

The noises were approaching and my heart felt like it was going to tear out of my chest itself. The Rake hobbled into the room and I froze with fear once again. 

It crawled over to me, picked me up once again and placed me onto the table. It's raspy telepathic voice spoke to me;

"Lie down, don't move."

I complied. As I did, the Rake's left arm began to morph and take another form. It looked like thee tendrils. I was mesmerized by this incredible ability that I didn't notice the pain from one of the tendrils shooting through my abdomen. The second one pierced my right lung and I felt the pain from that. Gasping for air, I looked at the Rake. It remained expressionless and then shot the third and final tendril into my heart.

I woke up in a sweat. I glanced over to where the Rake usually stood.

It was there...

"What... What just happened..?" I asked it.

"I gave you the image of what I could do to you. I am capable of that and much more." It spoke.

"But why? I don't understand." I said.

"One day... You will see." It sent it's final message.

I was unable to sleep the rest of the night.