Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-32978529-20171031011811

(Note: This is my first time writing somthing in my free time i think ever, so I want anyone who reviews this to please criticize the living hell outta it.)

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All of my friends have been having strange dreams except for me. I know it sounds weird, but It’s true. Almost every day, someone will come to our group saying “I had one of those dreams again.”. Its almost a joke around our friend circle at this point, people will say shit like “Oh, Freddy Krueger is out to get you!” And whatnot. It’s too bad that humour doesn’t make them feel any better. The description of the dreams usually vary, but the most recent one, that Virgil had the other night, went something like this;

''“I was laying on my back… or so I thought. Out of nowhere, someone came up to me and kicked my head to the side, revealing all of my dismembered limbs, still gushing blood as if they had just been freshly cut. the last thing I see is the man who kicked over my head pick it up, and crush it on the wall. and that’s when I woke up.”''

Most of the dreams have been pretty close to these, all of them involving death usually in some gory fashion. One of them had Aaron burning to death, one of them was Alex just being straight up shot, and another of them, David, said he was forced to cut off his fingers before his head was stomped on the curve. I’m pretty sure that, as of now, I’m the only person that hasn’t had one of these dreams, so you could probably tell that I’m pretty nervous to go to bed tonight.

As I get home from work, everything seems completely normal. My friends had invited me to go out tonight, but I had to skip because I was asked to work overtime, and I really needed that money. Anyways, usually one side of the wall in my tiny apartment is complete silence, and from the other its usually some couple yelling at each other from the top of their lungs. The worst part is that sometimes after the yelling, I hear creaks coming from the bed. those fuckers need to learn from their mistakes. Anyways, work was boring as all hell, and as expected with boring work, you get tired easily. Reluctantly, I get into bed, and have no trouble falling asleep.

As I anticipated, and I’m sure you did too, I started dreaming. But it was nothing like any of the other dreams anyone else have had. It started with me walking downtown, minding my own, and out of nowhere a navy blue Versa S Sedan started to tail me. It was really run down, and I think it even had a headlight missing. Anyways, I soon realize that it’s following me, and decide to take a quick turn into a nearby ally that is impassable while you’re in a car. As expected, however, the person in the car gets out and follows me into the ally. He seemed to know my name somehow, calling things like “Hey, Zack! Get in man, I can take you to everyone! They all wish you were there!” Confused, I pull out my .44 magnum that I usually keep under the bed (but for some reason I had with me in my dream) and aim it at his head. He doesn’t seem to notice, and just Keeps getting closer. As back away, I trip, making me accidentally pull the trigger, shooting him in the stomach. Needless to say, he hit the ground instantly. There was an unexpected amount of recoil, and the gun went flying out of my hands. I wanted to go see who he was, but sirens seemed to almost instantly sound after the shot, waking me up.

“Fuck..” I said, waking up with a sharp pain in my right arm. I soon realized that those “Sirens” I was hearing were actually my alarm going off, clearing pointing out that I’m late for work again. I get up, and I hear the news on the TV saying something about the weather being hot, and something someone named “Mac” I think. I was in too much of a rush to really pay attention. As I get outside, the first thing I noticed was that the weather was anything but hot, and as a matter of fact it was rather cold today. “Stupid weather” I muttered under my breath as I get into my car. Work was as normal as it could be, and as I was leaving work, I got a text from Virgil saying that the plans we had made today were cancelled. When I asked why, he asked me

“Haven’t you watched the news?”

“No?” I texted back, confused. It looked like Virgil was typing something, but then he stopped. “Whatever” I thought to myself. I checked the time. It was around 5:30-ish, and I remembered that the local news always did re-runs of the morning news at around 6. I got home as fast as I could, and rushed through the door, turning on the TV. Luckily, the news was just starting, so I got to see the weather. to my surprise, it said nothing about being hot outside. I was only confused for a second, because the next story seemed to explain everything. “Local man shot in the stomach!” Was the headline, and I soon realized that I never once heard “Hot”, or “Mac”. I had heard ‘Shot”, and ‘Stomach”. But that wasn’t the worst part. It was Alex who was shot. Alex was shot. In the stomach. The story went on, and eventually It said

''“The gun used was found close to the crime scene, with one bullet missing. The rest of the gun was loaded, and it was a .44 magnum. Police are working on a DNA analysis right now…”''

I swallowed hard. Everything else seemed to blur together as I slowly walked over to my bed, and pulled the box that usually had my gun in it.

It was empty. My gun was missing. But this wasn’t the worst part. Alex’s dream… it was of him getting shot.

“Holy shit…”  I thought to myself. I sunk to the floor, and I would’ve fallen asleep if it wasn’t for a loud knock at my door.

“This is the Police!” They shouted. “You’re under arrest for the murder of Alex Dreger!”  