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    Running from Death

    by , 12-16-2015 at 06:00 PM (543 Views)
    Iím on a date with my previous step dad. Weíre eating dinner on a balcony across from a hospital. Itís night so I can see inside some of the rooms with lights on. My previous step dad has a double who is working at the hospital. I see him in the room opening up chlorhexidine wipes. The one Iím on a date with asks what I do for a living. I point to his nursing double at the hospital but he refuses to look. I donít like him and Iím totally over the date. Iím eating a snack bag of potato chips. A girl and her mom come over to my table (both overweight) and ask to have the chips. I tell them absolutely not! They then offer to pay for them. Once they get up to the $20 range I let them have it, itís half eaten anyway and I start to feel like Iím cheating them. In the process, some other guy gets involved and I ditch my date for him. ďAre you sure? I donít have that much money.Ē He asks. ďYou have more money than him.Ē I say while rolling my eyes. We end up getting married and buying a house together. Itís a pretty old house on a farm. I feel like Iím settling a little bit but this is good for now. I like the surrounding open spaces with horses. He is excited about the view on the roof from the hot tub. We end up having 6 kids. 3 of them are now teenagers and 3 are toddlers. My husband gets into the wrong crowd and starts dealing drugs. From third person I watch a car and motorcycle chase heís involved in. I shake my head in disappointment as he drives by the house and he looks surprised to see me. At this point itís as though Iím in a movie and I know whatís going to happen next. I call a hitman on my husband who sits outside my house in a yellow minivan. I donít know when heís going to shoot so Iím trying to hide. I expect to hear gunshots but he must have used a silencer. When I come out to look, heís shot all of my children except my teenage daughter who got away with an unwashed keepsake jacket from her brother. Each of my toddlers are sitting in their highchairs with bullets in the heads, surrounded by blood. Iím devastated but because this was like a movie Iíd seen before, I expected it. The van was still there and they were watching me. I was hiding behind an ottoman and eventually they lost me so they started raiding the house. I ran out the front door with an overweight female friend. She was shot on the way out and dropped. I didnít have time to save her. I ran faster than I ever have. I almost ran into a tree so I jumped off of it, which set me back a couple of feet. At this point the man was following me and gaining on me, yet he was walking calmly. Iím not sure why he didnít just shoot me. He catches up to me and I jump on his back to attack him. He gives me a marker to write a specific derogatory term on his chin. I rebel by writing different derogatory things elsewhere and trying to choke him. He gets some kind of sexual pleasure out of it. I wonder if heís someone from my past that I wasnít nice to. Perhaps I bullied him in school. He takes me to a motel who shelters abusive evil people. Through the windows I can see men who have skinned their own faces, raping women. I know I will find no refuge here. I leap into some bushes across the street and stay still. My captor is pissed off and asks a female from the hotel to help find me. I suddenly feel him start touching and grabbing my body but heís not sure if itís me. ďI think this could be a hoodie.Ē He said as he touched the hood on my jacket. The lady made them tea from an apartment right next to me and turned on the pool lights. They started swimming and I figured they were distracted enough for me to run for it. But I had nowhere to go but in the pool with them. I tried to push them underwater and drown them. They stopped following me but I still didnít feel safe without knowing if he was dead or not. I called 911 but they didnít help. I went to my auntís old house and ate purple flowers. They tasted very perfume-y. My sister and some of her friends were there and they were sharing recipes. I was just drawing in a notebook with wooden pages. I was supposed to do my hair in a specific way in three low buns and I insisted I knew how because I wanted to be left alone, but I didnít know how and people had to come back and help me. They told me my bobby pins suck. I went back home, exhausted of running for my life. I thought I had to do it more but I remembered that the rest of the running was on Breaking Bad and not part of my personal story. Although now I do have all those precious plastic beads I have to hide. Everyone knows that drug dealers (like my deceased husband) are great at making jewelry and their enemies want to steal the plastic beads. I went upstairs and grabbed some boxes of beads trying to decide where I could put them. There was a whole room full of them. I took them to a window overlooking a football field hosting a game and threw some out of the window. I was worried it would hurt the players. I didnít want to be involved anymore so I went to the party room. It was nicer than I remembered. The floor was a nice hardwood but it was messy. I went in there and relaxed with the college kids who were playing drinking games during daylight.

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    Tags: death, vivid
    non-lucid , nightmare , memorable