I hope he's safe...
I had a rather unpleasant dream a couple of nights ago, and it's still bothering me.
Here's how it went:
Me and my brother were at the grocery store - maybe Winn Dixie or something, and I just found a pack of Oreos. Well, my brother complained that the cookies put us over the money and told me to go to the car and get some as he went to wait in line. So, I do and there's this wild-looking man sitting on the hood of my car with something in his hand. He asked me if I had any money, and of course I lied and told him to get the fuck off of my car. Well, he's not too happy with my words and he approaches me.
I break into a run, but this felt like I was wading in some mud or something, and my feet were real heavy. That and it felt like the store was really a long distance. I screamed and apparently my brother heard me and ran out of the store. I looked behind me and the guy had a gun and he was about to shoot me. My brother brought up his (I definately know it was 9) and shot first. As I ran by him, I heard a different gunshot and I saw him go down.
I woke up like immediately and for the longest I just laid there. I turned over and I only had been sleep for about 3 and a 1/3 hours AT 8 something in the morning.
I don't think I went back to sleep until 10. It disturbed me that much. What really worried me is that my brother's in Iraq again, and you know with all the violence and such, it's really disheartening. He's my big brother, y'know?
Here's how it went:
Me and my brother were at the grocery store - maybe Winn Dixie or something, and I just found a pack of Oreos. Well, my brother complained that the cookies put us over the money and told me to go to the car and get some as he went to wait in line. So, I do and there's this wild-looking man sitting on the hood of my car with something in his hand. He asked me if I had any money, and of course I lied and told him to get the fuck off of my car. Well, he's not too happy with my words and he approaches me.
I break into a run, but this felt like I was wading in some mud or something, and my feet were real heavy. That and it felt like the store was really a long distance. I screamed and apparently my brother heard me and ran out of the store. I looked behind me and the guy had a gun and he was about to shoot me. My brother brought up his (I definately know it was 9) and shot first. As I ran by him, I heard a different gunshot and I saw him go down.
I woke up like immediately and for the longest I just laid there. I turned over and I only had been sleep for about 3 and a 1/3 hours AT 8 something in the morning.
I don't think I went back to sleep until 10. It disturbed me that much. What really worried me is that my brother's in Iraq again, and you know with all the violence and such, it's really disheartening. He's my big brother, y'know?