Red Dots

This is my second post here, but it's supposed to be my first. I thought I was supposed to make a post yesterday when we created our blogs, but I was wrong. LOL. Oh well. So, now I have two posts. This one is about a really fucked up dream I had last night (3/24/15). I woke up with heaving breathing and didn't like the feeling of dread it left me. Before I actually start the story, let me tell you about my bedroom at night. I have a tv in my room, kinda high up (about the height of a person) and there are two little red lights that like to blink every so often. Normally, that doesn't bother me. But it does now.

So, you know how when you dream, you always start in the middle of your dream? I can't remember when I actually fall asleep and start dreaming (I wonder if it's like that for everyone). It was kind of like that. My dream started in the middle. Not even. It was sort of the beginning of the end. My aunt Nicki and I were driving, and we were out in the middle of nowhere. Not sure where we were going, or why, but we were lost.

After a while of driving, we found a little store, so we decided to stop and ask for help. The parking lot was pretty much empty. There were two men outside arguing, and their car was beside ours. Being too nervous to get out of the car (as she would be in the real world), Nicki decided that we would just sit in the car and wait for the men to leave. They started walking toward their car, still yelling.

One of the men tripped, and fell on the ground beside Nicki's window. His companion pulled a gun out of his jacket and aimed it at the ground. Knowing what was gonna happen, Nicki covered her face and ears and tried to pretend nothing was going on. I, on the other hand, sat there staring. Then the trigger was pulled, and blood splattered all over our car and on the window. Nicki screamed, and so did I. I remember my dream self thinking 'I'm going to die now. I can't believe I'm going to die.'

As the thought ran across my mind, the sky turned dark red, and the face of the man blackened. I couldn't see any facial features, couldn't see his clothes. He was just a silhouette. I could see his head turn and look at the two of us screaming. His face wasn't visible, but it was still terrifying. His eyes were small red beads that were glowing. Then, a white line appeared on his face, and I could tell that it was a twisted smile. He aimed his gun at the window and had it pointed directly at me, and then he pulled the trigger.

That's when I woke up. I sat bolt upright, breathing heavily and gasping for air. My shoulder hurt, almost as if it were actually shot, and I could feel tears streaming down my face. I looked up for a brief moment, and saw the little red lights that my tv gave off. I thought he was in my room and panicked, so I grabbed the hammer from under my bed (don't ask why it's there haha), and turned the light on. Two hours later, when I finally tried to fall back asleep, I heard my dog bark in the hall way, and listened as a car turned on outside and drove away.