I wake in the middle of the night. Breathless. I can hear nothing. As my breath slowly returns to me, inhaling and exhaling sound as loud as trains to my sleep accustomed ears. Silence. The room around me is completely dark, not a single light coming through the window. I can see nothing. Gradually, i start to see little lights, tiny little lights, floating, static, in the air around me. Either my eyes adjusted, or they decided to turn themselves on. Although they are little lights, they shed no light. The light they give off does not permeate the incredible blackness that fills the room.
I panic.
Did i go blind? I feel around me, my bed, the familiarity of it is somewhat disconcerting, as I can see nothing familiar. As I feel around me frantically, waving my hands around in the air in front of my face trying to make something out in this gloom. Nothing. Now something, but not the hands that are waving in front of me; a body begins to be outlined by the lights which had been moving slowly towards a point in front of me, but I had been too panicked to realize. A body. A man. His silhouette begins to take shape, slowly taking the form of a bent old man, leaning on a wooden cane. As more lights congregate towards him, he gets facial features. Small lips, bald head, squinty eyes, small nose.
He looks up, and as his eyes meet mine he is no longer an old man, but a youth. A youthful man, probably in his mid twenties, upright, hair covering his head, but without a doubt the same man who was before me just a minute ago. He yawns, shakes himself as if to get rid of drowsiness of some sort.
Keeping eye contact, he starts walking towards me with a firm stride. He doesn't move forward, but his legs are moving. Confusion fills my mind, but I brush it aside, I try not to think about the implausibility of what is happening in front of me.
He is in front of me. Smiling. Smiling a smile that exudes devilish charm, and trickery. One arm comes up from his side, and forms the shape of a gun pointing directly at my forehead. As he is now close, I realize i can recognize him from somewhere. I don't remember where from though.
The man winks, slowly, prolonging the act past normal boundaries of acceptable. He leans closer, until his hand-gun is touching my forehead, finished his wink, mouthes the work 'bam', lowers his thumb, and I am gone. Spiraling back into blackness.
I wake in the middle of the night. Breathless. I can hear nothing. As my breath slowly returns to me, inhaling and exhaling sound as loud as trains to my sleep accustomed ears. Silence. The room around me is completely dark, not a single light coming through the window. I can see nothing. Gradually, i start to see little lights, tiny little lights, floating, static, in the air around me. Either my eyes adjusted, or they decided to turn themselves on. Although they are little lights, they shed no light. The light they give off does not permeate the incredible blackness that fills the room.
I contemplate my situation, it's probably just a dream, i say to myself. Although a dream that i had never experienced before. Distractions from my train of thought; the little points of light start to move slowly towards a central location in the room, ahead of me. As they draw closer, come come to a stop before others, and they start to form a shape. A body. A man. His silhouette begins to take shape, slowly taking the form of a bent old man, leaning on a wooden cane. As more lights congregate towards him, he gets facial features. Small lips, bald head, squinty eyes, small nose.
He looks up, and as his eyes meet mine he is no longer an old man, but a youth. A youthful man, probably in his mid twenties, upright, hair covering his head, but without a doubt the same man who was before me just a minute ago. He yawns, shakes himself as if to get rid of drowsiness of some sort.
Keeping eye contact, he starts walking towards me with a firm stride. He doesn't move forward, but his legs are moving. Surprisingly, I recognize him. A man from the coffeeshop where I work, a regular. An extreme regular, apparently he had been going there for years before I started working, which was about 10 years ago, after I got out of high school. Now why would he be in a dream? I wonder as he continues walking, without actually going anywhere.
"Hello" I say into the nothingness, feeling foolish as i do, but he looks up.
He is in front of me, smiling a devilish grin.
"Hello" he says, and then "It's your turn", as his arm moves up from his side, and he points his fingers at my head, in the vague semblance of a gun. His eyes tighten, his chest starts moving up and down at adrenaline rush speeds, although I can hear no breathing. He says one word "bam" and moves his thumb to match the word.
I fall backwards into the bed, as everything disappears.
I wake in the middle of the night. Breathless. I can hear nothing
To be continued.... (when i have the energy)
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