In a dimly lit room, a man can be seen sitting and leaning on a chair, reading a book. The back of the book bears the title "Dream."
The man keeps tapping his right foot on the ground while his left foot rests on top of it. He turns the pages every now and then, and before long, he finishes reading the content inside the book.
Slowly, the man stands up and stretches his body, loosening any cramps he gained from sitting on the chair for hours. He looks around and spots a bookshelf. Carrying the book in his hand, he starts walking towards it and gently places the book back where he found it.
Afterward, he walks toward his bedroom, and it doesn't take long for him to arrive. He gently turns the doorknob, and the door opens, revealing a pitch-black interior. The man reaches for the light switch and flips it on, illuminating the room. The room has a gentle atmosphere with furniture reminiscent of the 90s, exuding elegance. The bed is a king size, capable of accommodating two adults.
The man takes off his shoes and shirt, then lies down on the bed, slowly falling asleep.
'It's... cold.'
'...Cold?'
The man hurriedly sits up and looks around, finding himself in a lush forest filled with giant trees and snow.
'Where am I?' the man wonders, confused.
He stands up, his legs shaking.
'How did I get here?' the man thought, starting to panic slowly.
'It's cold,' he thinks while trying to cover his body since he didn't wear any upper clothing when he slept.
The man looks around once more, trying to find the right direction to avoid getting lost in the woods. Unfortunately, he can't see far due to the fog enveloping the entire forest. He looks up, hoping to catch a glimpse of the sun, but all he sees are dark clouds.
Suddenly, he hears a sound in the bushes behind him. He hurriedly turns around and is shocked to his core by what he sees—an eight-foot-long, five-foot-tall wolf slowly creeping toward him. Shocked, he stands frozen with fear as the wolf arrives in front of him and sniffs him. The man looks at it with despair in his eyes, knowing that once the wolf loses interest, it will bite him. He closes his eyes and prays to survive this ordeal.
The wolf slowly opens its mouth above the man's head. The man opens his eyes and looks inside, only to see a face staring back at him. Gradually, the face opens its mouth and says, "Wake up, John."
Then he is swallowed by it.
"Waaaaaa!" The man wakes up screaming.
He frantically touches his head, sighing in relief when he feels it and says, "Ha! Thank God it was just a dream."
After saying that, he prepares to get up for a drink. But as his feet touch the ground, instead of feeling the cold floor, he feels something warm and slimy. He looks down and sees a pool of blood beneath him. He screams and hurriedly pulls his foot back onto the bed. He turns around and tries to stand on the upper side of the bed, freezing in his tracks at what he sees—a decapitated body, not just any body but... his own body. He remains frozen, staring at his body, his mind going blank for a moment until he hears a voice near his ear.
"You thought it was a dream, didn't you?"
The man robotically turns his head behind him, and there he sees the face that was inside the wolf in what he thought was a dream.
"Ahhhhhh!"