Dreamjumper

It is raining. I see the white silhouette of a door. I myself am a dark silhouette of a man in a trench coat and hat, running toward the rectangle of light. As I reach the door my trench coat billows and obscure the door’s light. From above and across my door was a larger double door painted black with a red symbol, similar to a cross (but with extra perpendicular t’s.)

These larger double doors open and nazi-like soliders, adorned in red and black, marched forward. I am in the rafters now, looking down upon the soldiers. I leap into the marchers below... my trench coat engulfing them. All the soldiers transformed into bats and flew away. I ran outside to see a beautiful woman standing in the rain. Our eyes catch for a fleeting moment. Clichéd loved at first sight. The raindrops morph into bullets as bullets rain about the woman, pelting her. I dove into the madness and extracted the woman to safety under the protection and cover of a ledge. The bullets are now drops of blood raining all around me as the woman dies in my arms. I stand, scream and tear both my coat and hat off, as well as my shirt. The sky rains bullets once more, and instead of lightning the clouds burst flashes of gunfire as I stepped out into the bullets, sacrificing myself. I die but my soul rises high and turns into a shooting star.