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current | archives | profile | rings | email | gbook | host I can count on one hand the number of times this word has applied to my dreams. night·mare ( P ) Pronunciation Key (ntmâr) n. A dream arousing feelings of intense fear, horror, and distress. An event or experience that is intensely distressing. A demon or spirit once thought to plague sleeping people. I had a nightmare this morning - I woke up at 4 A.M., lacking the general symptoms - No, I didn't dart up in bed, my heart pounding, a cold sweat on my skin, to have my mother come and tell me I was screaming in my sleep - because you see, in my nightmare, I wasn't screaming; in fact, I was only trying to think of what to do. I debate on describing it - it will always be vivid in my mind... but, alas, I will give a brief description before I pick up Carlos. My car was alone on the highway, parked across the lanes, lights still on, as if I had just stopped - the car was facing North, it was a pleasant dusk. There was a young man sitting in the car with me, talking to me, and all of a sudden, he got out, and gunshots rang out from the left of the highway ... so we ran towards the side, there was a wooden table of some sort, and I remember jumping down, onto my stomach, under that, and there was another young man - for he was more than a boy, and less than a man - both were medium skinned black guys, one wearing a white baseball cap, the other a red and white shirt - and that's all I remember on that. I remember seeing the one in red - I believe the one who had been in the car with me- running towards the highway , though I saw no car, and he was rapidly firing a gun - though I leave out which kind, for it is for I recognize it that it scares me so. All of a sudden, he was running back towards me, aiming the gun at me- he was far enough away that I started sprinting towards my car - I would've made it - it's not easy to run with such a weapon- but his friend grabbed me around my waist and pulled me back - was he bad, too? What is bad, by the way? I remember thinking I had been shot, and was dieing - and perhaps I was. I collapsed back under the wooden structure, but first glimpsing a pile of money and jewelry on the table, stolen, clearly, from the cars that had been being shot at (though I never once in my dream saw another car) There was an older white man in a buisness suit laying there- I remember thinking he was dead too ... but then , in the midst of this, I realized I was alive, and the man was too, barely - I instructed him to roll onto his stomach, and try not to breath more than he had to- then the guy with the white hat on came over - he was instructed to cover us with a blanket, for some reason like "I don't want them to be seen ,and when the bodies decompose, they'll start to smell." I believe he sensed that I was alive, for he covered me very gently, and touched my back, as if to say he never wanted to hurt us, and then ran back to his accomplice... I remember then looking over the gravel shoulder , which my eyes were even with, towards my car, and wondering how to escape this... the sound of the gunshots all the time ringing in my ears... and then I woke up... And now, now my heart pounds... Though I cannot explain why. I'm leaving now... Have a gorgeous day, and should you fall to sleep, I offer you many benedictions, that you may not experience the same thing. |
