Alone

Dreams

Sometimes, I wouldn't have dreams. But every time I did, I would always remember. The odd thing is that they weren't even related to me in any way. My dream last night was of some type of disaster. There were these two buildings that had tinted windows that were equal in height. One airplane flew into the side of one building and soon after, another one flew into the other tower. I don't know what these towers were but they were important. Frightening doesn't even begin to describe the dream. There were people jumping out of the windows from unbelievable heights because the fire was too hot. I could feel the screams vibrating in my soul. And then the ash covered everyone. If you were anywhere close to the buildings, you were choking and coughing because of the sutt. It was a tragedy. Thousands of lives, simply vanished. When the ash washed over me, I woke up.

My eyes flew open due to the dream. I sat upright quickly and then just stayed still for a bit. Those dreams never really stopped scaring me. And they were never the same dream. They were always. Sometimes people were speaking a foreign language, and other times they spoke English. Sometimes they wielded swords, and other times, they wielded guns. Some of the dreams weren't even about war. A lot of them were about natural disasters. Hurricanes, tornadoes, tsunamis, etc. But all of them, weren't related to me in any way. Either way though, they still scared me. They scared me to my core. Not like how someone jumps at a spider or bug. They crippled me, paralyzed me with fear.