Noblelement
The other night, I had a very odd dream.
There was to be a massive execution of a certain number of people. My entire family, myself, and a crowd of terrified bystanders were there to witness this. Right before the people were to be executed (with a gunshot to the head) some soldiers noticed that they were short two people, so they asked for somebody from the crowd to take their place.
When I realized that nobody was volunteering (duh) I did, much to the dismay of my parents and sister. They tried to convince me otherwise, but I said "I'm not afraid of death" and I remember this part distinctly. My family was in tears, but I felt honored for some odd reason. I was proud...not scared at all.
The soldiers had me stand on a long platform in a line with others, and told me to light a match and put it behind my ear. This is where I started to feel a bit scared about my being put to death. I struck the match, but dropped it on the floor in my nervousness (is that a word?) Something on the floor started on fire, and I jumped off the platform and tried to stomp it out with my foot. This is where I woke up.
Please note that I very seldom remember my dreams and when I do, there is usually some significance. Any thoughts?
There was to be a massive execution of a certain number of people. My entire family, myself, and a crowd of terrified bystanders were there to witness this. Right before the people were to be executed (with a gunshot to the head) some soldiers noticed that they were short two people, so they asked for somebody from the crowd to take their place.
When I realized that nobody was volunteering (duh) I did, much to the dismay of my parents and sister. They tried to convince me otherwise, but I said "I'm not afraid of death" and I remember this part distinctly. My family was in tears, but I felt honored for some odd reason. I was proud...not scared at all.
The soldiers had me stand on a long platform in a line with others, and told me to light a match and put it behind my ear. This is where I started to feel a bit scared about my being put to death. I struck the match, but dropped it on the floor in my nervousness (is that a word?) Something on the floor started on fire, and I jumped off the platform and tried to stomp it out with my foot. This is where I woke up.
Please note that I very seldom remember my dreams and when I do, there is usually some significance. Any thoughts?