I awoke with a jolt this morning, after finally having gotten sufficient sleep.
In my 10 hours last night, I realised I've been returning to this particular island in my dreams.
It's a populated island, not too big, with Caucasian tourists about. There were shops, there were houses, with beautiful flower fields in front of them.
I found myself always walking along this particular road. It is an unfenced one, so on my right is a steep drop off a cliff, on my left is just a hill to climb. I would climb it, all the way to the top, where a mansion with a doll house shop stood. My cousin would be there, and he would speed off, across a lake within the island, in a speed boat that our family supposedly owns. I would then proceed to the mansion, climb up to the doll house shop, and try to buy something, but they were always too expensive. So, I contented myself just by spending time pretending I live in the little doll houses.
When I finish, I walk back down by the same road, I am holding something in my hand, something of no financial value, but is important to me. Someone runs past me and grabs it, and in its place, puts a long shotgun and a silver handgun.
Guns. Guns. I have never held one, let alone used it, but that person, still running, shouted,
"You will be needing them."
In my 10 hours last night, I realised I've been returning to this particular island in my dreams.
It's a populated island, not too big, with Caucasian tourists about. There were shops, there were houses, with beautiful flower fields in front of them.
I found myself always walking along this particular road. It is an unfenced one, so on my right is a steep drop off a cliff, on my left is just a hill to climb. I would climb it, all the way to the top, where a mansion with a doll house shop stood. My cousin would be there, and he would speed off, across a lake within the island, in a speed boat that our family supposedly owns. I would then proceed to the mansion, climb up to the doll house shop, and try to buy something, but they were always too expensive. So, I contented myself just by spending time pretending I live in the little doll houses.
When I finish, I walk back down by the same road, I am holding something in my hand, something of no financial value, but is important to me. Someone runs past me and grabs it, and in its place, puts a long shotgun and a silver handgun.
Guns. Guns. I have never held one, let alone used it, but that person, still running, shouted,
"You will be needing them."
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