Dream
I went to anime club today for the first time this year. There was one about child soldiers. It was very compelling. It reminded me of a dream that I had last night that I had forgotten.
I died. I didn't want to die. At first I thought it would be ok, but it wasn't.
I was walking in some kind of wilderness with my parents and a friend of mine, Rob Rumble. There was a mountain in the distance. I don't know how anyone got the idea, but someone said something about a nuke in the distance. My mom started to fret, but I convinced her that it was absurd, and we started walking again, with our backs to the mountain. I turned around and saw coming from behind the mountain an orange circle that was expanding. It's how I've always imagined a nuclear explosion. It was destroying everything in its path. I immediately realized that there really was a nuke and my mom had been right (not that it mattered, we couldn't have escaped). It was obvious that we were doomed, so I said to my mom that I loved her, and hugged her, and said to my dad that I loved him, and he hugged us both, and there was an awkward pause before I told Rob that I loved him, and so he hugged us. It's actually pretty funny. I know a real nuke wouldn't give this much time, but this one did.
At first I felt like I was safe and secure somehow, that I was fine, regardless of what was about to happen. But then I realized that I really didn't want to die, and it would be a horrible waste. I still wanted to live! I think I tried to run, or maybe I just thought about running, because in an instant it was upon me. I fell. Lifeless. I really believed I was dead for a moment. It was like ash. It was silent and still. It only lasted for a short time, because I soon realized that since I was having these thoughts, and thoughts of regret, that I was still alive, and I slowly woke up.
That kind of experience should really make someone think about taking things for granted. But I almost forgot about it. And I still wasted time today.
I died. I didn't want to die. At first I thought it would be ok, but it wasn't.
I was walking in some kind of wilderness with my parents and a friend of mine, Rob Rumble. There was a mountain in the distance. I don't know how anyone got the idea, but someone said something about a nuke in the distance. My mom started to fret, but I convinced her that it was absurd, and we started walking again, with our backs to the mountain. I turned around and saw coming from behind the mountain an orange circle that was expanding. It's how I've always imagined a nuclear explosion. It was destroying everything in its path. I immediately realized that there really was a nuke and my mom had been right (not that it mattered, we couldn't have escaped). It was obvious that we were doomed, so I said to my mom that I loved her, and hugged her, and said to my dad that I loved him, and he hugged us both, and there was an awkward pause before I told Rob that I loved him, and so he hugged us. It's actually pretty funny. I know a real nuke wouldn't give this much time, but this one did.
At first I felt like I was safe and secure somehow, that I was fine, regardless of what was about to happen. But then I realized that I really didn't want to die, and it would be a horrible waste. I still wanted to live! I think I tried to run, or maybe I just thought about running, because in an instant it was upon me. I fell. Lifeless. I really believed I was dead for a moment. It was like ash. It was silent and still. It only lasted for a short time, because I soon realized that since I was having these thoughts, and thoughts of regret, that I was still alive, and I slowly woke up.
That kind of experience should really make someone think about taking things for granted. But I almost forgot about it. And I still wasted time today.