Dream

I just woke up from a dream. 

I was in a busted up shelter during some war. 

I was putting the finishing touches on the illustrated book I had been working on (my “goal” in real life has always been to create an illustrated novel or comic).

Suddenly, an enemy soldier breaks in and shoots me, non-fatally. The shot grazes my side or something, enough to cause heavy bleeding but not enough to kill if treated.

As I scream out in pain, the enemy soldier is immediately overwhelmed with immense grief or something. He hesitates, but then rushes to my aid, trying to bandage me up best he can. At that moment, it’s all a blur of pain and panic, and I can’t even tell who is bandaging me. I think it is some friendly soldier that likely killed the enemy and saved me. 

I get bandaged up and am rested against the wall. It’s just me and this enemy soldier in this cold, dirty, ruined, dark shelter. The only light is the cool blue moonlight that seeps through busted windows. I still cannot make out who it is that saved me, or who is in the room with me, but I do not have the ability to think about it because I believe that I am dying. 

I ask the soldier to take my phone and message my family that I love them and hope that they stay safe. He does. I ask him to take my drawings for my book and photograph them so that it can be published after my death. He does. I am crying and bleeding, and I cannot tell, but it seems like the faceless soldier is silently crying as well. It is just us two, with me inches away from death, sitting in the solemn silence of the dark room. My only shred of hope is this faceless person, who I don’t even know is the one who shot me.

I cling to the soldier and hug him. On the cold cement floor, I hang my arms from his shoulders and weep into his chest. He simply kneels there, motionless and without a word, for what seems like an hour or so. Not a word is spoken. After a while, it appears my bleeding stops, and it seems evident that I will not die. The soldier eventually gets up. I ask him to leave and bring me help, and he nods. He seems like an angel at that moment, the person who has saved me. And life is suddenly full of meaning and possibility, and I owe it all to him.

A few minutes after the soldier has left, and I sit there in peace and relief, staring at the bloodied drawings on the ground…

He returns and shoots me in the head.

After that I literally just woke up. Like, right when the bullet hit my skull in the dream. Felt like a movie scenario, but that was really the dream. Interesting.