The Map.

I’m standing on a life sized map, the road was soft, torn slightly at the edges, the trees are triangular and the route through the street was painted red. I took a photo of myself next to the light blue pond, my face had traces of Africa, sitting comfortably below Europe and if I screwed up my face, America was much closer to the UK.
I looked back to the floor and noticed that a thick yellow marker had been drawn in front of me, leading into the woodland. I was quite wary of following it, but the trees seemed encouraging, the branches twisting into hands, knobbly knuckles and wrinkled fingers, beckoning me to join them. The rustle of the leaves whispered, reassuring me. I glanced over my shoulder and started to walk towards the forest, the trees still whispering and signalling to me. I reached the edge of the woodland and looked within; I could hardly see anything due to how dark it was. The only thing visible was the branches of the closest trees and further than that was just a black mass. There was no footpath anymore so I looked for a way to enter, with no avail, I moved some of the lower braches and crawled through but stopped suddenly when I heard a loud crack. I stood and craned my neck to see over the leaves which blocked my view. The sounds were getting louder and more vicious; I could hear screams now, the cracking becoming faster and more brutal. The forest was being crumpled, trees were being snapped like lollypop sticks, they were crying out as they fell and broke into pieces. The map, it was being folded in half, back to its original state, and the world was being destroyed. I ran as fast as I could away from the folding landscape, I ran and I ran but of course, I couldn’t get away. I stopped and looked at the sky as it darkened and I saw the edge of the map as it crushed down on me.

I’ve got to remember this is just a dream.