Another Dream...Another Terror...Another Fear
If you've ever had a scary dream; one that you will never be able to get out of your head, comment and share.
I know it's long. But you should read it and comment.
We all have scary dreams. Some of them are outrageously stupid, and some of them you can tell when you're dreaming.
This was not one of those.
Kaitlyn, Abby and I were at a school assembly. For some reason, we were talking about religeon. Teachers had picked out a group of students and were asking them questions.
We heard a gunshot.
And we ran.
Kaitlyn and I were barefoot as we ran over prickly weeds...I realized that what we were living through as like a repeat of Columbine; they asked if you believed in God. Say yes? You're dead.
For some reason, the assembly was taken place in Rotary Park. We kept running until we got to somewhere not even in our town, and we hid in the back of a truck.
Suddenly David was there, and we were in the truck, but it was over the ground. I assume it was like some sort of balcony...
I look over my shoulder; I was laying flat on the back of the "truck balcony" and I saw dozens of helicopters bombing and shooting the city behind us.
I tell David I love him during a series of gunshots. He doesn't answer. I know he's dead.
Then I get shot. My body somehow falls to where Abby and Kaitlyn are. I don't know if they're still alive, but I tell them that I love them.
I suddenly can't move. I'm staring ahead at an end table where a lamp and random books are placed. I want to move them, I can't. I imagine myself moving them, and they fall without my hand touching them.
I feel like a poltergeist.
I ask myself "What happens after this?"
All I can see are those things in front of me. My vision isn't blurry; its clear as I stare...and stare.
I wonder what happens now, what happens if I'm dead or dying.
I can't feel pain. And I can't believe this is real, that my death is occuring right now.
After a few more series of events, I wake up in my bed. At first I'm not sure if I'm really alive, if I really just dreamt those horrific images; being bombed and attacked by terrorists.
I call Kaitlyn instantly to tell her my dream. And I start to cry.
If you've ever had a scary dream; one that you will never be able to get out of your head, comment and share.
I know it's long. But you should read it and comment.
We all have scary dreams. Some of them are outrageously stupid, and some of them you can tell when you're dreaming.
This was not one of those.
Kaitlyn, Abby and I were at a school assembly. For some reason, we were talking about religeon. Teachers had picked out a group of students and were asking them questions.
We heard a gunshot.
And we ran.
Kaitlyn and I were barefoot as we ran over prickly weeds...I realized that what we were living through as like a repeat of Columbine; they asked if you believed in God. Say yes? You're dead.
For some reason, the assembly was taken place in Rotary Park. We kept running until we got to somewhere not even in our town, and we hid in the back of a truck.
Suddenly David was there, and we were in the truck, but it was over the ground. I assume it was like some sort of balcony...
I look over my shoulder; I was laying flat on the back of the "truck balcony" and I saw dozens of helicopters bombing and shooting the city behind us.
I tell David I love him during a series of gunshots. He doesn't answer. I know he's dead.
Then I get shot. My body somehow falls to where Abby and Kaitlyn are. I don't know if they're still alive, but I tell them that I love them.
I suddenly can't move. I'm staring ahead at an end table where a lamp and random books are placed. I want to move them, I can't. I imagine myself moving them, and they fall without my hand touching them.
I feel like a poltergeist.
I ask myself "What happens after this?"
All I can see are those things in front of me. My vision isn't blurry; its clear as I stare...and stare.
I wonder what happens now, what happens if I'm dead or dying.
I can't feel pain. And I can't believe this is real, that my death is occuring right now.
After a few more series of events, I wake up in my bed. At first I'm not sure if I'm really alive, if I really just dreamt those horrific images; being bombed and attacked by terrorists.
I call Kaitlyn instantly to tell her my dream. And I start to cry.
If you've ever had a scary dream; one that you will never be able to get out of your head, comment and share.