If this was real life, I’d be dead already. Fortunately, it was just a dream. But a terrifying one. One that I really don’t want to happen. Or even dream of again. Somehow, it just keeps coming back to me. And the worst part is I can feel everything as if it was really happening to me.
I have been dreaming about the same thing for almost two weeks. And I’d always wake up sweating and my heart beating wildly. Sometimes, I even need to catch my breath.
The dream starts with me walking at some place I’m unfamiliar with. Everything seems normal. I was even humming a tune while walking. All of a sudden, I feel that something isn’t right. I take a quick glance at my back and see a group of thugs following me. I try to lose them by going through the crowd to no avail. And that’s when I start to run.
The thugs start to run as well. They were quickly gaining on me. I tried my best not to get caught. But as I was about to lose them. I heard a gunshot. At first I didn’t feel anything. I even ran for a few meters. Then, I heard another shot. And then another. I heard a total of 6 shots. And that was when I felt the pain. I was hit. I fell on the ground and heaved my final breath.
And that’s when I wake up all drenched in sweat. At first, it scared the shit out of me. Then, I got used to it. It still bugs me from time to time though. I just think of it as a reminder on how short life on earth is. That I should be living my life to the fullest.
All I hope is that it never happens to me. All I hope is that is stays just a dream.