Reality of Daydreams

A Dream Within

I'm dead. 

I know what you're thinking while reading those words. Complete sarcasm. Well, normally you wouldn't be wrong. This time was different though. I hadn't just heard the gunshot, I had felt the bullet. Penetrate. Not fun. Anyways now I seem to be in a place of limbo. (if that's the proper meaning of the word) The pain had muddled the longer I was in the strange darkness. 

"I knew I shouldn't have trusted him.." I mumbled biting my nails. Which, even though peculiar, I didn't notice. This was starting to get annoying. First, the power went out at work and I had to walk home. Then I had to talk politics with a ten-year-old. Windy wolves or something dragged me from my home. I nearly drowned and, finally, I get shot by a reenactment soldier putting me out of my misery once and for all. I scrunched my face at the strange twist of events that slowly got stranger as I went on. Finally, I tackled the real questions. "What are they going to put on my tombstone?" The question didn't seem to hold any real emotional baggage, such normally present when on this topic. I mused for a bit.

This was boring. Completely and utterly boring. I mean no offense to whatever or whoever set this place up but I mean offense! Complete darkness. Only the sound of your voice. (being one that loves the sound of their voice it was surprising how fast I began to hate it) 

For some reason unknown to me the space around me began to have a strange feeling to it. Like it was alive. Pulsing. I automatically grabbed at my wrist for comfort, in order to fiddle with the ribbon. There was a twist of panic. My fingers closing around nothing. A howl in the dark interrupted the feeling of life, with a strange feeling of nothing. The void. It was too far to pose a threat at the moment but I could hear its steady approach. The panic heightened, but I readied myself.

"At least I'm not bored anymore..."

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A/N

I was actually not going to write today... AT ALL!

I made the decision this morning that I wasn't going to be able to write anything with everything that's going on around me right now. (no worries, just school and crap) 

WELP, I guess you better congratulate me in the comments for not giving into my laziness... yeah

On a lesser note: Yesterday was actually another birthday so I couldn't upload twice. 

My excuse for today?  being lazy.

I normally always write some sort of dream-related scene in all my works. This is because dreams are such a huge part of my life and creative process that it would be strange not to explore them at least once in each of my stories. Just in case you're wondering.

Good Night!!!

(gonna probably stay up late listening to podcasts...)