nightmare

- Setting: great Grandmother’s house, night time

Experience: my girlfriend and I are in the living room watching TV. Chatting. Laughing. I guess somehow we get a little “hot” and begin making out. I pick her up and sit her on the dresser by the door. As we’re making out, we hear my sister and her boyfriend getting it on upstairs. We can hear the bed creaking. My girlfriend and I laugh. I can also hear my great grandmother complaining to her friend in the back room saying, “Those damn kids are at it again!” her friend simply laughs. The creaking noises from upstairs suddenly come to a halt. I assumed they were done. My girlfriend and I continue making out. Our joy ends abruptly when all of a sudden my great grandmother’s friend screams, “burglar!!” knowing what would happen next, I race to the dining room area that leads to the kitchen and my great grandmother’s room.[my girlfriend, sister, her boyfriend, and great grandmother’s friend seemed to have faded from existence by this point.] as I arrive to the dining room, I hear an unfamiliar, sinister laugh, “ha…ha..ha..ha” and at that moment, a shadowy figure dashes forward and stabs my great grandmother in the heart and stomach as she entered the kitchen to see what was going on. Terror sets into my heart and my entire body began to shiver. I knew she was already done for, and now my life has become the top priority. I race toward the front door, the shadowy figure hot on my tail, I reach the door, that was open already, and as I begin to turn the knob, the burglar jumps on my back, as a reflex, I snap my upper body forward with as much forces as possible. This sends the burglar flying through the screen door and falling down the outside door steps and crashing into the ground at the bottom step. As the burglar lies in front of me, trying to catch his balance, I see that he is a white male, my height, my body size, however, his face is blurry, like someone put a censor on it. Without taking too much thought about it, a memory of my great grandmother’s death flashes in my mind and the flames of hatred instantly ignite in my heart. From the top step I lunge into the air and crash my landing right into the man’s ribcage. I start pounding his face with relentless punches and soon he is knocked unconscious. I continue to destroy his blurred face when suddenly a woman’s voice halts me. “Your death…is near...” the voice says, and I snap my attention behind me and see a young woman standing at the top of the stairs of the house. Her face is blurry as well, and like the man she is wearing all black, except for she is wearing a black dress that has a front that is slit perfectly so the stomach is showing all the way up to the bottom part of her breasts. The only thing that threw off this beauty was the fact she was carrying a long, rapier sword in each hand. She slowly starts making her way down to me, as if she were hovering just above each step. As she made her way to me, she raises the sword in her left hand and points it at me. Something about her screamed “death” in my mind. She seemed more sinister and professional than the man. Then it clicked, they had to be assassins, and she had to be his master. Knowing that I was outmatched, I let go of the man and run. I make it halfway to the street when I hear a loud whistling noise…almost as if…my instincts tell me to duck, so I duck and at that exact moment, a sword comes flying over my head, spinning like a Frisbee of death. I stay low because as predicted, the sword comes flying back to the woman’s hand. The man regains consciousness and joins the woman in the assault, with him standing in the front. I realize that running is no longer an option, so I turn toward them, and brace myself for the fight of my life. The man has chained weapon with a spiked metal ball at the end. Both the master and pupil begin hurling their weapons at me, I am able to dodge the all somehow and the moment there was a break, I put a little distance between us. The woman throws her sword again but this time I catch it. Now, with a sword in my hand, I charge forward, and begin my attack. The man hurls his chain at me, but I catch it with my free hand, pull him close and stab him in the heart. Adrenaline fills my body as I turn to the woman, my only urge is to survive. I swing at her stomach but she parries my blade with ease and lashes out at my face. I duck and soon we are locked in a deadly duel…(wake)

Setting: Cabin house, late in the night, with a small group of soldiers. Out in the wilderness.

Experience: I was in the living room with a small group of army men and women. I go to the bathroom and look out the window and see a guy with an m16 aiming it at the house, that obviously meant one thing, “They’re here!!” I yell at the army soldiers and they draw their guns, turn the lights off and take cover. I do not have a gun so I just take cover, and after what seemed like an eternity, the 5 minute suspense was broken by a storm of bullets that shook the whole house. Every wall of the room was being destroyed by the bullets of the dozens of enemy soldiers outside. The whole group died in that instant and the firing ceased. I did not receive a wound from this attack. As I rose, an army woman, on the ground, bleeding from fatal bullet wounds to the stomach, grabbed me by the pant leg and muttered out with bloody gurgled words, “run! You have to run!” Taking heed of her last, dying words, I take a peek through the shattered windows of the room and watch in horror as dozens of enemy reinforcements drive in with tanks and cars. No time to think, I hear the sound of enemy footsteps breaking down the front door and shattering windows in the other rooms and making their way down the hall toward my location, so I grabbed the nearest hand gun to me and rushed my way out of the back door into the hell that waits outside[wake]