Okay, this dream was from way back in July. I have it in my journal, but I wanted to post it here to see what you guys thought of it. Have you ever known you were going to die in one particular moment?
I'm at my house. Samantha, Amanda and Danyel (my cousins) are visiting us. We've been visiting for a little while, and we decide to go out. My parents drive us to some place, it's kind of creepy, ghetto-ish. Samantha is now 16, but in my dream she's not older than 8. Either way, she loves cars. There's a car mechanic, who makes her pay $60 to see him fix a car in his garage. Instead of opening the garage for everyone to see, he takes her inside.
This scares me, and I call out to her and tell her not to go, but she doesn't listen to me. The mechanic's friends stay outside to keep an eye on me. Samantha has been gone for a long time. I run off to go get my mother, because she'd know how to get Samantha back. Suddenly we're at my house again, and just like that the mechanic drops off a very homesick Samantha. He speeds off, skidding his tires in the driveway.
But now there's something else wrong. Gigantic white aircraft are landing in the street in front of the house. Apparently the width of the road is now large enough to hold three of the huge monster planes. The planes are carrying flats of large, army green containers. I know they're bombs.
My mother does, too. I see her start to cry, and I begin to cry also. Everyone runs inside, bombs are now dropping in the distance. I see Danyel laying on a chair, crying and curled into a fetal position; Amanda is crying and trying to comfort her. My dogs, Jenna and Sierra, are trying to comfort the both of them, they have no idea why they're crying.
I've never had this feeling before. I am certain that I'm going to die. No, not in a few decades, I'm going to die now. I'm overwhelmed with hopelessness and sorrow. I cannot stop crying, I'm almost hysterical. I try to calm myself, but I'm panicking and my breathing is quick and shallow. I can't stop thinking how awful this is. I don't want to die. I can't die yet. There is so much I want to accomplish. Even in my panic, I remember my phone, and I feel the need to call my Juan.
I run to my room and push the speed dial; I need him to comfort me. I need him to save me. I need to see him one last time, and if I'm going to die, I want to die in his arms. The phone rings just once before he answers. He asks "'Sup?" oblivious to what's happening here. I guess that the planes haven't reached him yet, they must be coming for a southern direction. I'm still crying, but I'm trying to keep my cool. I explain to him that there are airplanes and bombs, and there are mushroom clouds of smoke on the mountains in the distance. I'm sobbing again, now, because I made myself remember my situation. My voice is almost gone, but I know he can still hear me. I choke on my words, "I'm so scared..." The words "Come save me..." run through my mind, but I don't say them. I don't want him to put himself in danger. I wait for him to answer me; he hasn't said a word since I started explaining things. There's no answer still, but I know he's still on the phone.
He's not answering, and the bombings are coming closer and closer. Suddenly I realise that he's not answering because it's a dream.
I'm in a dream.
I wake up, my hand is gripped as if it's holding a phone. I'm breathing hard, and there are tears forming in my eyes. The urgency to escape is gone, but the depressing hopelessness stays, and it's still haunting me now.
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