For the first time ever.
I had a dream in which I had flashbacks.
It started out with me laying in a hospital bed watching the news. I didn’t realize I was dreaming at this point, and thought I was there for my knee surgery. On the news was a story about 3 gunmen shooting 2 victims in the street of my town. I thought to myself “wow, that is terrible. I wonder if I know who they were?”
Then the dream shifted dramatically from being in the hospital scene, to being inside a van driving down the highway. The van contained a police officer, three other men, and myself. It was one of those industrial vans with no windows in the back. I remember riding in the back, not being able to see. I seemed to be the only person who was out of place. I was youngest by 20 years, and everyone else had their eyes fixed on the road, and they were talking silently. About what, I don’t know. Next to me, was a guy named “Del,” but I’m not sure how I knew his name. The cop was driving, one man was in the passenger seat, and the other man was sitting in the back with Del and me.
The van turned a corner, and now I was seeing the dream happen from the vantage point as if I were standing on the sidewalk corner. It ran up a snow bank in the middle of the streets and got stuck. Then, inside the van again, Del broke open the back doors, and pushed me out and told me to run.
I looked forward and saw the other man in the back reaching for a gun. Del jumped out after me, and I sort of just stumbled around dumbfounded, because I didn’t know what was going on. Then I saw the police officer get out of the driver side door and draw a silver 44 magnum from his jacket and aim it straight at me. I tried to duck behind the van to escape fire, but I heard a shot ring out, and I fell to the ground.
I didn’t feel any pain, but I looked next to me and saw Del lying down too. I told him to just play dead. I laid there in the street for a few minutes with my eyes closed, trying not to move. I heard steps coming close closer. From behind me, a man reached down with a knife and cut my neck. Not my throat, but the side of my neck below my left ear, from my shoulder to my jaw. I just laid motionless, still trying to play dead, wondering if I was going to bleed to death.
The dream continued back in the hospital, and a detective walked in the door and asked me if I knew who shot me. At this point, I knew that the victims I had just heard about on the news were Del and me. In weakness and pain, I told the detective “the driver shot me. With a silver 44 mag.” He looked shocked to hear me say that.
I then started to think that maybe I had been mistaken. It all happened so fast, and I don’t even remember anything else. I thought that maybe the flashback was really just a dream, or someone else’s retelling of what happened to me.
I felt like a star for being on the news. I knew that a lot of people would be wondering how I was, and that I would be getting a lot of attention for surviving the ordeal. I knew that people would have questions, but the problem was- I still couldn’t remember what else happened. I also remember thinking “that scar on my kneck is going to look badass.”
It was surreal.
(ttothentothec)
