Death \\ The feeling of

So, this will be my first blog about one of my dreams. I don't quite know how to explain this one, as it's the most intense one I've had to date. For starters, let me explain that when I have my dreams, they are beyond realistic. They are so real to me, that I feel wood grain if I were to rub my hand on a table; I feel the warmth of a woman next to me; I hear all the sounds; I see all the sights; and I definitely feel the emotions that would take place, as though they were actually happening.

The dream starts out, and I'm in the middle of a gang fight. Guns are going off every half a second, and people are shouting back and forth, trying to communicate through the abyss of violence. As I look down the battlefield, I see sparks of gunfire & scraping bullets on the nearby vehicles. The area around me is primarily ghetto suburbia, with a bit of industrialization.

Some guy gets a crowbar to the face 3 feet in front of me, the blood from his left eye shattering sprays on my right cheek. I stand there in awe.

What feels to be a friend yells to me from a few yards away, he's trying to get me to safety. I start meandering over there, with all the excitement going about, I've gone into a bit of shock. I'm walking relatively slowly towards the possible hero, when all of the sudden a sharp pain in my left arm breaks out. "A gunshot?" I think to myself. "No, there's no blood," I quickly relieve the thought. It was a baseball bat, someone ran up to me, and hit me with a fuckin' baseball bat, mid-gun-fight.

I'm down on the ground, leaning under a park bench. This bench is the closest thing to home for me right now. I look up, and see a guy looking down upon me. He has the barrel aiming right down my eye.

I begin squeezing the fucking hell out of the bench next to me, it was like my very life depended on it; as though by holding this bench, I was invulnerable. Ha...

Moments later, I finally hear it. The loud thud only took a second to go off, but the feeling that exuded it, was inexplicable. As though your favorite T.V. show was fading to black in the middle of a plot twist, I could not escape the black that was taking over me. I pushed and pushed, with every part of my existence, to remove that blackness. It swooped over my vision like a great solar eclipse.

There was nothing I could do.

It was over.

After the immensely painful feeling of death, I awoke from my slumber, more freaked out then just before the trigger was pulled.