The Dream [On Hold]

The Dream

I could feel my palms getting sweaty. My head started to pound as my heartbeat began to race. I could hear the roaring of the vehicle as it came closer and closer. I could do nothing but turn around and face whatever was coming. I knew there was no turning back. There was nowhere to run. My feet were rooted to the spot and all I could do was watch in horror as the truck came faster and faster towards me. I don’t know what I could have done to deserve this, all I remember is leaving the house to go to the convenience store down the block. I could feel the sun burning down on my neck as sweat rolled down my forehead. It’s amazing how you notice even the smallest details when you’re in a state where you know that you’ll be taking your last breath soon. My body wanted to run but my mind was telling me that there was no other option but to stay there and let fate do the rest. I braced myself for the impact that I knew was coming. I covered my eyes and a split second later…I was thrown to the ground with a thud. I remember thinking why it happened way too fast. That was before I realized I was still breathing and there was something heavy on top of me. Someone had pushed me out of the way before I could become road kill. I opened my eyes to look at my rescuer when…

I woke with a jolt and sat upright, I felt despair wash over me, the memory of the dream still running through my mind. A solitary tear rolled down my cheek as I watched the curtains blowing in the slight breeze coming in through my bedroom windows. The sky was starting to turn into that pinkish colour that lets you know the sun is on its way up. And as I watched the sun rise from the comfort of my bed, I couldn’t help but wonder what the dream meant. This was already the fourth time I had that dream, and I’m not particularly superstitious, but this was bordering on the ridiculous. What did it mean? And why was I crying every time woke up from it?