Screaming Dreams

The first time

Running so hard my legs are like rubber. Panting so hard I am drooling. Running... Running away from evil. How has it come to this? Why has he done this to me? The concrete sidewalk shakes because of our hard running. The sidewalk is uneven so I trip landing on my face. The taste of blood is unbearable I spit it out on the ground making a stain on the sidewalk. He is running toward me. I see his silowet against the bright street lamp. His arm rises, knife in hand ready to kill. He laughs not because of joy but of anger. He brings the knife down to my heart with immense speed. SQUEAK!!!

SQUEAK!!! I woke up to the sound of the cart passing by me. I then remembered that I am on a plane on my way to New York not in my comfy bed back in Colorado. Oh how I miss Colorado and the weather, but that's besides the point. What is more important is that weird dream I had. I wonder why my brain is coming up with these things. "Excuse me ma'am but it's time to get off the plane, everyone else has already got off." Said the flight attendant. "What!!!" I said. That was when I noticed that she was right. "The plane... Get off." She said. "I know. I know. It is just that I didn't notice that everyone left." I told her. "Well they did and you need to get off now!!" She hollered. Talk about sassy.