My Terrifying Dream - WED 1/30
So what happened was that I woke up. My dad told me that I had been sleeping for 30 years. I was astonished, and like anyone who had slept for 30 years I wanted to see what new buildings had been developed. So we went out side and got into the car. It was a car I've never seen before. He told me that he got it just 3 years ago. As we pulled out of the drive way I looked around and saw that there were funny looking cars like they would have in the future.
After driving around for awhile we decided to go walk around in the neighborhood, and as we were walking we heard two gun shots. It was coming out of a church that there were people running out of. Me and my dad ran to the other side of the street and watched.
Finally we saw who the shooter was. It was and old lady that was obviously really high on something. She was coming over to our side of the street where I was telling people that she was coming. In no time she was on our side. She looked at me, looked away, and shot the lady next to me. She then looked at me again. I was so afraid that I just broke out running and trying to dodge the bullets. As I was running she was chasing me still shooting.
I fell, I'm trying to get up before she gets to me but it was too late. She stood right over me and shot two individual shots, one in my arm and the other just to the left of my heart. I tried to get up, struggling to get up onto my knees. I get it but I fall right back down onto the ground. The police arrived minutes later. I could already feel it getting harder and harder to breath. There was nothing that the cops could do but sit there by my side and watch me slowly die a painful death. I thought that I was going to die from bleeding to death.
I was thinking of the fun things that my dad and I did. How I never really listen to what he had really had to say most of the time. I was regretting all of the arguments and all of the fights over school and wished that I didn't give him such a hard time.
I see them putting me into the ambulance and see everything went dark. I can barley feel the needles they were sticking in me that would usually hurt. I was realizing that the time had come, I was dying. My hearing was going away and I could fell my heart stop. I'm dead.
Waking up in bed I am crying. Thank God I'm Alive!!!!!
3 comments:
JV-
What an intense dream. I could feel your excitment, pain and anxitey. Your story-telling made this seem/feel real. Keep writing... you are brilliant!
-Ms Dolan
JV,
Thanks again for directing to your writing. For me, the most powerful part of this piece was the end, where you talk about the things you regret. Happy is the man who can die without regrets,
but that is a rare thing. Realizing that life is short and that we must live every moment to the fullest is the first step. You demonstrate a mature perspective that is beyond your years.
There is a very famous work of literature by a Russian named Leo Tolstoy which has this same theme. The title is The Death of Ivan Ilyich and I hope you get a chance to read it someday.
Keep up the good work.
Mr. J
Dang, what a heavy dream JV. I still remember the first time I died in a dream. When the dream began I was completely submerged in light blue water, and I was holding my breath... only, I didn't know which direction the surface of the water was - or whether there even was a surface. I spent the next 30 seconds or so swimming as fast as I could in every direction, hopelessly... but i started feeling the anxiousness of having gone too long without air in my lungs.
Slowly I started to fade. Slowly enough that I had time to think about what it meant, to notice how impersonal death can be. Slowly, I faded to black. When I woke up it was with a whole new appreciation for life.
I've since died in several more dreams, usually in a James Bond type shootout scene, but that first time I died in my dreams... I'll never forget that feeling. I felt so hopeless. It really put life in perspective. It sounds like your dream may have been something similar. I'm glad you shared.
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