dream diary
As I see the guerilla that shot my sister at the end of the road ahead of me, my mind reels. My gun seems to lift itself, and suddenly, I have fired - and missed.
The guerillas turn and see the car, and I let out a wail. The man with me and I leap out of the car and take off running the opposite way down the road. We come to a barbed wire fence - the man with me easily slips through, but my keychain catches on the fence. In my frenzy, it does not cross my mind that this is severely slowing me down. I look over my shoulder and see another woman racing towards the fence - and then she is overtaken by the guerillas, who force her to her knees. She sobs and prays moments before they end her life with a bullet to the back of her head. As I frantically struggle through the fence, I am torn backwards by a hand on my shoulder, and there is a click behind my ear as the guerilla prepares to shoot. I sob quietly, accepting the uselessness of fighting back. I close my eyes and-
*click* Nothing.
The man with me whispers, then screams, "An act of God. An act of God!"
*click click click* as the gunmen continues to attempt to fire his gun.
Weirdest and scariest dream I've had in a while. There was a lot more that happened before this, as I was originally in Mexico, and apparently I ended up in war-torn Africa(redundant?). And I was a black woman, I remember that. Throughout the whole dream, both this part and before it, it was as though I was constantly running or hiding from something or someone, though at one point I remember that we were going to an art gallery of some kind in Mexico, and there was an impressionistic painter that I wanted to see, whose name I could not remember.
The guerillas turn and see the car, and I let out a wail. The man with me and I leap out of the car and take off running the opposite way down the road. We come to a barbed wire fence - the man with me easily slips through, but my keychain catches on the fence. In my frenzy, it does not cross my mind that this is severely slowing me down. I look over my shoulder and see another woman racing towards the fence - and then she is overtaken by the guerillas, who force her to her knees. She sobs and prays moments before they end her life with a bullet to the back of her head. As I frantically struggle through the fence, I am torn backwards by a hand on my shoulder, and there is a click behind my ear as the guerilla prepares to shoot. I sob quietly, accepting the uselessness of fighting back. I close my eyes and-
*click* Nothing.
The man with me whispers, then screams, "An act of God. An act of God!"
*click click click* as the gunmen continues to attempt to fire his gun.
Weirdest and scariest dream I've had in a while. There was a lot more that happened before this, as I was originally in Mexico, and apparently I ended up in war-torn Africa(redundant?). And I was a black woman, I remember that. Throughout the whole dream, both this part and before it, it was as though I was constantly running or hiding from something or someone, though at one point I remember that we were going to an art gallery of some kind in Mexico, and there was an impressionistic painter that I wanted to see, whose name I could not remember.