Posted on: 2018-01-08 by Guest

Jaed and I got dressed. We were both wearing an all dark outfit, with skinny pants, a cape, and a hood that went over our faces like the Grim Reaper. We had dark masks that pulled down inside the hood and covered both of our faces. We went over to the neighbor’s house and met up with the rest of our group. There were five or six other people all dressed like us. They all had swords but I didn’t. The men came out of their house and we stood there staring at each other. Then a silent countdown, and we started fighting. Jaed came running over and threw me my sword. All around me, people were dying. My group was winning. We were running around twirling our capes and stabbing people. Then I was fighting somebody in the backyard. I could hear screaming and yelling by the house. The guy I was fighting had a horse and I was trying to kill him while he was galloping around. Finally, I got fed up and I grabbed him and took him to the side of the house where Jaed was finishing off the last few people. I stomped up to her and said, “He’s cheating! He won’t play right!” So, Jaed grabbed him and made him sit with the last two guys that were left. All of a sudden, we had two pistols instead of swords. We each shot a guy leaving the horse guy for last. We both shot him at the same time but he didn’t die. So, I whined, “Hey! Come on! He didn’t die!” Jaed grabbed her gun and hit him in the chest multiple times with the butt of her gun. I could hear the sounds of the bones breaking and the guy screaming. But I couldn’t look. Eventually, he died, but not after his blood splattered both of us. We left the three men by the house and went home. We took off our black clothes and scrubbed off the blood. Some of it was crusty. Then Jaed was on the top bunk eating peaches out of a bowl. And James came in and told us that ----------- (I don’t actually know the person’s name, but I remember that he was the boss.) wanted us and that we were in trouble. I said, “Oh, come on! We were doing the right thing! Why are we in trouble?” Then I woke up. Now that I think about it, I hate myself in this dream. I was a sickly coward. I wanted them all to die but I couldn’t do it myself. I don’t know what they had done wrong but I wanted to kill them. I think maybe I’m a coward in real life.