Ever have one of those dreams where they seem sooo real but you know it's a dream but you aren't awake enough to do anything with this knowledge so you live your dream until you actually wake? Well, I had one, and it was exciting and I must share because I don't have the skills or patience to create a movie based off of my dream.
Last night, I dreamt about a guy robbing an under ground store. It’s dim and has lots of stuff, like cakes, snacks, and others all lined up in displays. The guy comes down saying he wants to take some food, but I we hesitate, hoping our stalling will bring someone else down, but nope. I see a chance where I can go up to the guy, give him our stuff, and make a run for it, but they have men outside the door too. They say they need to cut off a hand or they kill us. They chose me and I keep squirming and crying. I know it’s inevitable, but I scream anyway, even before the blade comes near. One of our workers, who’s also my best friend at this job, came from medical school and can fix it up after the fact. As he preps, thoughts race through my mind to try and mentally prep myself. I think of the guy from 127 hours, cutting off his own hand (Yea, I’m only cutting my own hand off to survive! But wait, he had control over his own hand, I don’t! And what if this guy doesn’t know how to cut efficiently? What if the blade’s not sharp?) I could already feel the blade as it tries to separate my hand at my wrist. I could tell the guy was trying to figure out how to cut my hand without torturing me more. I watched as his blade hovered left and right looking for where to start. Suddenly, someone behind me makes a move and I hear a swish and a crack. I don’t even hear the thud as my hand hits the floor I stand on because I was in shock at my hand being missing. I’m aware the person behind me set off the guillotine and chopped my hand. I stare and try to scream but it was sooo much faster than I expected. I still don’t know who set it off, but he stood there, not shaking, not yelling, and not relaxed either. “It was easier. She’s only a kid. Now go,” he said gruffly, like he was controlling his anger and he was annoyed that he had to be put up to it. It’s silent for only a second before the pain finally creeps into my realization and I start to yell in pain. Everyone’s silent and still as they watch. Everyone except my friend, who rushes up to me to bandage up my wound. I don’t writhe like I thought I would. I was now crumpled on the floor, holding my arm and failing miserably to force the pain away.
Some of you may say this is a nightmare, not a dream, but i find regular dreams are too normal to be fun and exciting. I LOVE thriller dreams where you're caught in a tough situation where if it were real, you don't want to be in. I also had another dream where there was a fire and it was cornering me and someone else. Then a third guy comes over, leaves the 1st guy trapped behind the flames away from me. He takes a knife and is about to slit my throat but I think it was too much and I had no experience for my mind to re-create a sensation for it, so I woke up and the dream faded. I may tell the story in detail later.
Nighty night!
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