Will This Happen?
Good night, you
little person, in your tiny bed, to dream your dreams, to dream of the women
you love and dream of what could have been.
I wake up and go outside.
A beautiful sunrise is about and there is me in the courtyard. Yet, it seem soldiers of some type are
surrounding me and everyone else in the house.
I turn around looking at the stern and sturdy soldiers with their
fingers poised on the gun trigger. As a
single drop of sweat trickled from my face a gun fired. It seemed one of the soldiers had grown
tired of a bird bothering him.
As everyone was huddling on the ground saying his or her words I
kept steady on my feet. A tremble came
over me. My eyes focused trembled as I
my fingers were. I leapt at one of the
soldiers and a gunshot went off. I woke
up not knowing if the gunshot had hit me or not. A quiet bewilderment and I knew I would never know what it meant.
Theme of Dream:
This is very perplexing (In other words I’m not a person
analyzes these kind of things).
