Dream Log: Death
Last night, I had a nightmare. I suppose this is what I get for sleeping at one o’clock in the morning…
You see Alex and his family in a local Best Buy looking at laptops. While wandering through the aisles, you notice that two gangsters are following Alex and his family. Alex looks behind him and notices the thugs. He gestures toward his parents and they make their way quickly to the door. They walk through the concrete parking complex to reach their light blue Toyota Fordrunner. As they get into the car and start the engine, you see the two thugs rushing toward the car.
Alex looks around frantically and finds that the doors aren’t locked. He tries to reach over and lock them, but one of the gangsters takes out a gun and shoots through the window. You can hear police sirens in the background, but you realize that’s it too late for Alex and his family. One of the thugs comes through the left car door and shoots Alex in the thigh. The other one comes through the right door and holds a gun to Alex’s head. Alex puts his hands up, but the thugs seem to want nothing but violence. He pulls the trigger, and at the same time, you see Alex’s mother slump in her seat. The two thugs attempt to do the same to Alex’s father, but the police sirens are too close, so they flee the scene of the crime.
Waking up in his bed at home, Alex looks around, thinking that it was all a dream. He gets up and walks through the hallway to get to his parents’ room. You overhear his mom telling his dad, “Honey, Alex and I need to leave soon.” Alex scratches his head and enters the room.
“Mom, what’s going on?”
“Alex, we died last night.”
“… WHAT?!”
“We’ve been given some time to say goodbye.”
Alex sinks to the floor with his head in his hands, when he touches the side of his head and feels a sticky liquid. He slowly takes a look at his hand and finds that it’s blood. Feeling uneasy, he walks to the bathroom and looks at himself in the mirror. On the side of his head, he sees a round, bullet hole in his head that’s oozing with blood. He runs back to his parents’ room and kneels before his mom, clutching her hand.
“Mom, will I see you heaven?”
“No. We have to go our separate ways.”
“NO! WHY?!” Alex shouts, frustrated, tears flowing down his face. A knot begins to form in his stomach.
And then I woke up. It was six o’clock in the morning and I ran to the bathroom to examine my head. No bullet wound. Phew. My mom came out of her room to see what all the noise was for, and after seeing that I was awake, she lectured me about being so noisy in the morning and told me to go back to bed. I hope this wasn’t one of those psychic dreams…
What was the scariest dream you can remember?
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