Wednesday, May 09, 2007

valiant fare

It's one freakishly surreal nightmare after another.

Last night's one was no different. It's been a rather long break since I last dreamed a nightmare which literally had me spooked for quite a long while before I managed to return back to sleep.

The basic premise was just that my house was being attacked for some reason. Maybe another terrorist attack as like a previous dream a long time ago. My family was around me and I had to use the bathroom for a moment. I was washing my hands when gun shots were heard from outside but I was probably too stunned to do anything but just stood there with the water running and not doing anything to help my family or whatever.

After a whole minute, I opened the door and saw that my dad was slumped over in a heap with blood all over his body and my mom and my brothers staring in shock and disbelief over what was happening.

My mother started screaming at me why didn't I get shot too because apparently the bathroom was shot at as well. It just felt for a moment that she wanted me to be the one lying on the floor drenched in blood rather than my dad.

My dad was breathing heavily and exasperatedly. We were basically panicking and screaming at each other over what to do. No one seemed to think of calling an ambulance or the police.

It was then that I woke up and realised that I was back in my room and not surrounded by crazy shouting family members and blood soaked dying people.

Why do my dreams all end gory and painfully?

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