Posted on: 2015-04-08 by Guest

(This is probably one of the hardest dreams I ever had and I cried at some point while writing this) I was in a hotel, quite luxurious. I was myself, but I had some kind of a job - passing judgments on people: live or die. I was in some kind of a vacation with other people around my age (18) and we had constant meetings with each other in the lobby for fun. Once, there was a girl named Shelly that for some reason I can't recall I had to pass judgment on her and she was punished by death. I tried to convince myself that I didn't really like her anyway, she was unkind very often and she seemed to always look down on me, but though it's true, generally speaking she was not anything that isn't normal. Though I had the option not to tell her the judgment's result, I felt like I had to tell her and that is what I did. I told her that she was judged to die, and she had a week left to live until I kill her by taking her soul away with some special knife meant for it (It does cause bleeding like a normal knife though) and dropping her all the way to the bottom floor through a big gap between the staircases from a hall in one of the higher floors of the hotel. As expected, she was angry. She nodded her head saying "I get it" and went to her room without saying anything else. If until then Shelly and I had some kind of a love-hate relationship, then during the week after I informed her about the judgment it went almost entirely to the hate part of the scale. Shelly was always saying things that are meant to tease me or insult me, she never smiled towards me unless she was laughing at me, and she stared at me unhappily very often. It didn't affect my contact with the most of other people who came with us but Shelly's close friends were mad at me as well, and they behaved much more harshly than Shelly herself. I felt worse and worse with it as time went by, and you will soon know why. Eventually the week has passed (quite quickly, I have to say) and the day has come; I had to execute Shelly exactly in 18:00. Surprisingly, Shelly asked to talk with me about two hours before then, and she told me: "I thought about it with myself and if that's what fate has decided then I am fine with it". And I had no idea how to respond. The hour was 17:55 and Shelly was already lying where I had to kill her and I was over her, getting things ready. We were talking to each other a bit but not too much (The things we said are irrelevant). In 17:58 Shelly called my name and asked me: "Before I die, can you please let me die when I feel comfort and peaceful?". I answered yes, and I brought a roll-shaped pillow from her room, I placed it under her head while she seemed to be more relaxed. I started crying, she smiled at me for the first time in a while without it being out of cruelty and had some tears as well, and I tried to smile back with no success. The time almost came and I have raised the knife in the air. She closed her eyes. The time went to six, and I struck my knife down... to the floor to her left. I stopped crying. She opened her eyes, confused, and then I suddenly went down to her and hugged her *really* strong, I told her "I can't do this", she asked me why, and then I took a breath and said "Shelly, that's because I love you". We kissed and then I helped her getting up and walked her to her room hugging her with my right arm.