The Story of My Life :P

The Deadly High-Five

I'll just skip to the end, because that's all I can remember.

I was standing outside of a wood cabin, and there were two creatures fighting over a light that doubled as a video recording device. One of them looked like a human boy around my age, and he was dressed in black, like he was on a secret mission. The other was a bug. It was a foot long, and half a foot tall. That was just it's body. Its legs, long and razor-sharp, like over-sized talons, added a foot to its height. Its exoskeleton was light brown, with darker brown spots speckled here and there. 

The two were fighting like children over this light-camera. It must have been important. The sun was setting, and there was no other portable light for miles. The boy managed to pull away long enough to run behind the cabin and out of our line of sight. The bug scurried after him, but the last traces of light on the horizon were fading behind a line of trees. The boy had gone, and now I decided to help him. This guy had stolen light, and we needed it.

A lighthouse, a few feet taller than me, turned itself on right next to me. I hadn't known it was even there, and I nearly fell over I was so startled. The bug wasn't fazed. If anything, it was happy. 

"Oh, lighthouse!" The bug cried out in relief. "Thank you for your help!" 

"Yeah," I chimed in. At the same time, the lighthouse nodded toward the bug. 

"Oh!" The bug exclaimed at me. "You're helping too? High five!"

It leaped into the air and raised its leg, trying to high-five me. I stared at it in fear. That leg was going to kill me. 

And it did. It sliced right into my chest, and I died. I was on the ground, and I knew that I was dead in my dream, but I was also laughing. The bug and the lighthouse were laughing, too, because the way I died was that ridiculous. We were all laughing together. And I was dead. And then my dream ended.