It was a dream, just a dream… Imagine, you close your eyes, your breath was calming down. You was relaxing and your brain was dipping into a nice bright street. The sun was shining, you could even smelling the spring. Despite that you felt alarm.
You was in a hurry to go home, because you felt that somebody was after you. Fortunately, you could see your mother in the house’s window. And, just at that moment, you were crying and calling your mother for help. However you realized that you had lost your voice. Nobody could not hear you. So the voice inside your heard told you to run away.
By this time you had felt tired and you felt down. You opened your eyes and saw awful sight (picture): there were dead silence and a lot of lifeless bodies. Unfortunately, you realized that all these people had had a violent death and next death body could be yours…
And then suddenly, as you tried standing up, you was hearing the voices of enemies. Two huge men on horseback were approaching to you. It was your death but you eager to leave. So you decided to imitate the death: lied down motionless, held your’s breath… but men did not believe you and shot at you…
You were filling the pain, the blood, the death, the end… You made every effort to open your eyes for the last time in your life. You had done it! You still alive! It was just a dream, a terrible dream. And you remembered that it was the fifth time you had watched the same nightmare. It was me.
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