Tuesday, December 27, 2011

And fired.

"Hey, sorry to do this to you again. Something's going on at the store. I'll call you back when I know something," I replied.

"Again?" he groaned. "This is the third time this week."

"Yeah, yeah. Not sure what's going on..."

I ended the call.  The local hardware store, which I didn't remember having three entrances, was surrounded by four or seven cops, I don't recall which, most with guns drawn, and one taping off the area. I asked one what was going on.

He didn't seem to hear me. He told a young boy of six or seven to stay low to the ground.

The other cops got into position, laying on the ground, as if they expected someone to walk out of the store. Why they were doing so, I had no idea. I looked around. The parking lot was eerily empty. The store itself was pitch black on the inside, as if had been abandoned for some time. All of a sudden, the cop who I tried to talk to saw me.

"Get down as low to the ground as you can," he instructed. "We've been given word that there's a man with a gun on the premises."

Confused, I followed his orders. It was then I realized that I knew the cop. He worked at the university I attend.

I gazed around. The other cops still had their weapons drawn. Other people laying down had looks of fear and worry in their eyes. It was oddly silent. Not even a crackle from the cops' radios broke the silence of the scene.

And then it happened. Like a blur to everyone except me. The six or seven year old made a sudden movement. My mind said get up, stupid; my heart said stay, idiot. He reached for a gun. My heart was in my throat.

He pointed it at the officer I knew. What in the hell is this kid doing with a gun, I wondered. I didn't have time to think more of it though.

Officer R, as I always called him, was scurrying away from the kid. He's a hard ass cop, I thought, standing up, why is he acting this way? Why is he terrified and I'm not? The kid took aim.

And fired.

Somehow, for some unknown reason, I jumped in the bullet's path that was hurdling toward Officer R.

Another cop shot the kid's hand. The gun fell. People screamed.

All I remember is blood. Screaming and lots of blood. My leg felt warm, but the rest of my body shivered.

I hit the pavement with a sickening thud. Still conscious, albeit somewhat dazed. Another officer requested paramedics on his radio.

It felt like a boulder hit my knee. I guess because that's where the bullet hit it. I have an unusually high pain tolerance... But this was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before.

The last thing I remember is Officer R riding in the ambulance with me. Calling me a hero. And there I laid, wondering if I should call my friend back...

Note Not unlike this entry, this too was another vivid dream of mine. I don't know why I have them. Or why I get injured in them.


  1. You seriously just freaked me out!! That had to have been your intention.. :p

    I had a really vivid dream the other night as well. I didn't get injured, but I was apparently married to some dude who looks like Dax Shepard from Parenthood. I have no idea.

  2. I was about to really upset if you were typing this from a hospital bed. Would have been kind of badass, though. :-D

    I've been having a lot of horror-filled dreams lately. As if my mind is itching for me to write some horror fiction or something. I haven't had nightmares like that, so many in a row, in ages. Kinda creepy.

  3. Cherie: Oops... Though, admittedly, I do enjoy writing that way sometimes. And in terms of Dax Shepard, he's not that bad looking, except with his horrible blonde hair in Employee of the Month.

    Emma: Hehe! Something tells me word would have gotten out somehow that an entry like this was going to be written, had it been real. It's strange what dreams happen.

  4. Definitely confused when I first read this, but I soon figured out what was going on. You have very vivid, interesting dreams. I think I know who Officer R is...haha. I think he's worth a bullet to the knee. I'd totally do it.


  5. Interesting's one way to describe them. Haha. My dreams tend to be very odd.

    And I'm sure you do know who Officer R is.

  6. Wow, sorry to hear about your bad dreams lately...Not conducive to a peaceful night of sleep and rest! I have had some weird dreams, lately, too... Wrecking my car down a hillside, walking in a meadow while rose petals fall from the sky, standing with my friend in a barn full of snakes...Guess everyone's minds have been overactive. Hope that you have some happy dreams soon!