The Dream

                Tears drop on his dying face. Faces of loved ones, the ones he sacrificed himself for, they get closer shining radiant white light. One by one they kiss his forehead, crying with every step they take. Sentimental speeches on how he lived, his mother sobbing with his wife. His only child is crying because of the depression in the room and because of the father who lies in an open casket. Friends both old and new came to celebrate the short, but bright, loving life he lived. I finally get close enough to see his face, and then I realize it’s me. A cold, grim shock runs down my spine, and then I wake up. I think to myself trying to remember the dream bu the more I do the faster it disappears to the dark reassesses of my mind. I quickly forget about it and doze back to sleep to dream another dream.

                Three months after that horrid dream that revisits me several times a week. I dread my dreams, thoughts always pass through my head, “is it going to make an appearance tonight, only this time, will I not wake up?” I sleep anyway. Pain ripples through my chest, then someone is retreating, a woman screamed and started crying, crying for me. Teardrops fall onto my face, I reach up and say something, though I could only feel my lips move, the woman, gorgeous even in tears, shook her head and continued to cry. Her tear drip on my face, then the faces come, only this time I stood by the woman and my child. Waking up when people close the casket lid. Waking in a cold, dark room, I couldn’t shake the coldness that wrapped around my being. I thought to myself, “why is this horrid dram getting to my. Why? When I am only a junior at high school.

                The next few nights were the same dream. Almost a week after the latest repetitive dream, a new one appears. Gun shots ring out, I look at my chest. Pain goes through my body. My legs weaken, and then finally collapse all together. My wife screams and starts crying. “Hush, hush.” My gruff, fading voice says. “Don’t cry, my love, we will see each other again, maybe it will be more peaceful.” Her tears slowly trace her beautiful face from her light blue eyes. Tears drop on my face like rain drops as she cradles my dying head. The dream proceeds in its usual way.  I wake up slowly to find myself crying, crying that even near death I would still be the kind hearted man I always wanted to be.

                The next couple years that cursed dream never showed in my dreams. I had almost completely forgotten about it until I saw her face. I was love at first sight for both of us. She was perfect, Light blue eyes, dark blonde hair, a voice that the gods themselves would swoon for her.  I finally get up the guts to ask her out for a date, of course she says yes and I cook a good homemade meal, candles, the whole nine. She knocks and was a beautiful evening ending with us (fully clothed mind you) in my bed sleeping with our arms wrapped around each other.

                A few years later we are married and already have a child, it’s a boy! He had my dark brown hair, her blue eyes and her beauty, and so far my attitude. Well me and her decided that we needed a break so we got one of my friends to watch my son and we went out to a nice dinner then to the movies and we were heading back home at around ten o’ clock at night and this guy holds out a gun and says in a panicked voice “Give me your money and Jewelry!!”   Of course I say yes, I reach into my back pocket slowly and gun shots ring out in the night sky. Pain ripples through my chest, I fall my wife screams and tears fall on my face. Then I walk up still in my junior year of high school. 

Tears drop on his dying face. Faces of loved ones, the ones he sacrificed himself for, they get closer shining radiant white light. One by one they kiss his forehead, crying with every step they take. Sentimental speeches on how he lived, his mother sobbing with his wife. His only child is crying because of the depression in the room and because of the father who lies in an open casket. Friends both old and new came to celebrate the short, but bright, loving life he lived. I finally get close enough to see his face, and then I realize it’s me. A cold, grim shock runs down my spine, and then I wake up. I think to myself trying to remember the dream bu the more I do the faster it disappears to the dark reassesses of my mind. I quickly forget about it and doze back to sleep to dream another dream.

                Three months after that horrid dream that revisits me several times a week. I dread my dreams, thoughts always pass through my head, “is it going to make an appearance tonight, only this time, will I not wake up?” I sleep anyway. Pain ripples through my chest, then someone is retreating, a woman screamed and started crying, crying for me. Teardrops fall onto my face, I reach up and say something, though I could only feel my lips move, the woman, gorgeous even in tears, shook her head and continued to cry. Her tear drip on my face, then the faces come, only this time I stood by the woman and my child. Waking up when people close the casket lid. Waking in a cold, dark room, I couldn’t shake the coldness that wrapped around my being. I thought to myself, “why is this horrid dram getting to my. Why? When I am only a junior at high school.

                The next few nights were the same dream. Almost a week after the latest repetitive dream, a new one appears. Gun shots ring out, I look at my chest. Pain goes through my body. My legs weaken, and then finally collapse all together. My wife screams and starts crying. “Hush, hush.” My gruff, fading voice says. “Don’t cry, my love, we will see each other again, maybe it will be more peaceful.” Her tears slowly trace her beautiful face from her light blue eyes. Tears drop on my face like rain drops as she cradles my dying head. The dream proceeds in its usual way.  I wake up slowly to find myself crying, crying that even near death I would still be the kind hearted man I always wanted to be.

                The next couple years that cursed dream never showed in my dreams. I had almost completely forgotten about it until I saw her face. I was love at first sight for both of us. She was perfect, Light blue eyes, dark blonde hair, a voice that the gods themselves would swoon for her.  I finally get up the guts to ask her out for a date, of course she says yes and I cook a good homemade meal, candles, the whole nine. She knocks and was a beautiful evening ending with us (fully clothed mind you) in my bed sleeping with our arms wrapped around each other.

                A few years later we are married and already have a child, it’s a boy! He had my dark brown hair, her blue eyes and her beauty, and so far my attitude. Well me and her decided that we needed a break so we got one of my friends to watch my son and we went out to a nice dinner then to the movies and we were heading back home at around ten o’ clock at night and this guy holds out a gun and says in a panicked voice “Give me your money and Jewelry!!”   Of course I say yes, I reach into my back pocket slowly and gun shots ring out in the night sky. Pain ripples through my chest, I fall my wife screams and tears fall on my face. Then I walk up still in my junior year of high school.