One night, Mathew had another vision. He saw the shadowy figure standing atop the clock tower, its eyes glowing red. The figure raised its arms, and a dark mist began to swirl around it. The mist spread rapidly, engulfing the entire village.
Mathew woke up with a start, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew that he had to do something to stop the shadowy figure, but he didn’t know how. He was just one boy, after all.
But then Mathew remembered something. He remembered the dream power that he had. He could see the future. Maybe, just maybe, he could use his power to defeat the shadowy figure.
Mathew closed his eyes and concentrated. He focused on the vision he had seen. He imagined himself standing on the clock tower, facing the shadowy figure. He imagined himself using his dream power to create a powerful blast of light.
Mathew opened his eyes and took a deep breath. He knew what he had to do.
He ran to the clock tower and climbed to the top. The shadowy figure was there, waiting for him.
“You can’t stop me,” the shadowy figure said. “I am too powerful.”
“We’ll see about that,” Mathew replied.
Mathew closed his eyes and concentrated again. He imagined the blast of light, brighter than the sun itself. He released the energy from his body, and the blast of light struck the shadowy figure.
The shadowy figure screamed in agony as it was vaporized. The dark mist dissipated, and the village was saved once again.
Mathew stood on the clock tower, victoriously. He knew that he would always be there to protect the village from any danger, even if it meant using his dream power to face the most terrifying creatures of the night.