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Anonymous
I was back in school class. I saw this guy pulling a gun out of nowhere. And I knew I was going to get hit. Why? Because this is always what happens. You fear it, and it's too late, it have to happens. I was shot in the abdomen. I felt it, warming my inside, as panic struck the room. I had time to shout "I got shot by ____(what's his name) !!!" and woke up, palpitating. Closest of death I've ever been.
That's the worst thing to happens in nightmares, when you know something's wrong, and it just sprout right in front of you. You think "no, I don't want to walk on this bridge, because it'll be broken" but you walk in anyway, and then in the middle there is nothing left, no bars, no roads, and maybe the sidewalk too, and you have to fall in the water, were you know you can't swim and will die. When you have to run to escape gruesome evils bastards in an angry mob, and you can't seem to run fast enought, even slowier the closer you get to home. And it's get darker, a pitch black night. and even if you can get there, the door won't lock. because it's always like that. When you can just feel in the weather a cataclysm is going to happens, just look at the windows, and there is it, the atomic mushroom blowing, and in the big flash, you just loop it all other again, mybe three times or more, and you can't escape it either again. When the T-rex gets into your room and you hide in the wardrobe (silly, I know) When the world is ending, because of radiations overflowx from beneath, and everywhere you look, it's rubbish and rumbles, while you pass the lasts moments in a sordid house cramed with despair and hopeless people. The impending curse is there, and all you feel is a void a sollitude and regrets. You end here, with a pity look, broken as the world under you. Nightmares, great stories, but very hard.
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