He walked, holding his sleeve over his mouth to protect himself from the stench of the sewers. Though he showed no signs of panic outwardly, his heart was hammering in his chest. The sewers were not dark, but were illuminated by a red light that seemed to have no source, bathing the place in an eerie glow. It reminded him of blood. Slowly, the light began to intensify which meant that he was getting closer to the place where it originated. His mind screamed at him to run, to flee, but his body would not obey. Slowly, a large hall came in sight. His heart beat increased, the hair on his neck sprang up like a hedgehog's, and his mind screamed one work over and over, danger. Then the massive doors came into view, doors without locks, except for the papers stuck on them with intricately drawn kanji on them. Beyond the doors was something, something that drew him here despite the utter terror he felt. Inch by inch he moved towards it, his body and mind fighting each other every step. A flicker of movement caused him to stop. A terrifying howl filled the room, pushing him on his knees. The red light started flickering wildly. The terror increases so much that he felt he was going to die. Just then a massive face came into view. The face had jaws the size of a barn. But that wasn't the most terrifying thing about it. The eyes …… they burned with the same res light that bathed the room and they burned with pure hatred.
Gasping, he woke up clutching his bed sheet. He was drenched with sweat, even on a cool rainy day such as this. On shaky legs he made his way to the bathroom where he splashed water on his face. After having a glass of water, he made his way back to the bedroom. He stood at the window, feeling the cool breeze on his face, calming him down.
He sighed as he glanced at the alarm clock on the table by his bed. 03:00.Another night of sleep ruined. He knew that he wouldn't be able to go to sleep for another hour or so.
Sighing loudly, he climbed on his bed and sank beneath the covers. As he closed his cerulean blue eyes waiting for sleep to overcome him, Uzumaki Naruto pondered the significance of his nightmare, especially since this one never seemed to change.