I opened my mouth to scream, both as a warning and in fear but nothing came out.
It was fun for a while but then the scene changed. Drastically. My friend was in danger and there seemed to be nothing I could do about it. Except open my mouth to scream, but nothing would come out.
It was a hoarse whisper at most. No one could hear me. Trying to talk didn’t work. My heart was pounding in my throat and didn’t let me talk. My friend was in danger and I couldn’t even say a word.
At the same time, I was painfully aware that it was only a dream. Only a dream, I told my dream-self. It is only a dream.
Yet the fear was real; very real and very solid. All I managed to do was to run about. I couldn’t scream to call anyone’s attention to my friend’s plight. Or mine…
I did eventually wake up. I just couldn’t scream.