Although he was recommended to get some rest to recover from the virus, it was hard for Thomas to get some sleep. He tended to wake up every hour or so, sometimes drenched in sweat, and others with a mild headache. During those brief periods where he managed to sleep, he could not remember dreaming anything, which just made the experience even more uncomfortable.
The night before, as he laid in his bed, he felt tired, not due to muscle pain, a migraine, or any other sickness; he wanted to sleep. Closing his eyes and relaxing, the boy began to feel better, finally able to rest. Once he fell asleep, his dream also started. However, this one was oddly vivid, unsure if it was caused by the virus or something else.
He was standing in a large meadow, surrounded by animals that appeared familiar. While most of the animals were covered by shadows and hard to identify, he was sure that he was the only human there. He was able to spot horses, cows, bulls, bears, and unknown anthropomorphic creatures. A voice could be heard, but its words could not be understood. “…tuoba gnimaerd… dlihc…” As the voice spoke, Thomas saw a smell trail forming in the air, and the animals glowing after smelling this musk. It was then when the figure of a giant anthropomorphic hippopotamus formed in the sky. The hippopotamus pointed at different animals, and Thomas recognized some as his mom, his aunt, his brother… Lastly, the beast pointed at him, causing Thomas to wake up.
As soon as the boy woke up, the dream weaver disappeared along with the hippo man. Surprisingly, Thomas was not shaken up by his dream. He felt much better now, still with a stuffy nose and a sore throat, but no headache or muscle pain.
Thomas got out of bed and went to open the door, when he saw the familiar smell trail of his dream. It went down his doorframe, heading to the living room, and parting midway going through the side of his brother’s bedroom door. Thomas followed the trail to the living room, where he saw…