/////////flashback to another dream.
this one involving a friend i've known since elementary school.
i am dropped off at some unknown house by my grandmother where i arrive to a scene of total chaos.
seems i just missed an altercation of sorts involving my friend and some unknown character. there are footprints marked in blood going from a rear bedroom all the way out the front door and end in the front yard where the grass begins. there is blood smudged on the front fence where the victim scrambled to escape. inside there are people in shock, some covered in blood, crimson stains the walls and carpet as well.
so here i am moments before police arrive, sirens can be heard in the distance.
i am directed to the back bedroom where my friend is, he is smoking a cigarette. there are people yelling at him. he is unscathed, not a drop of blood on him. but apparently he is responsible for whatever happened. the mystery of what happened i never do find an answer to, i do not ask him. instead i help him flee before the police arrive. we climb through the bedroom window into the backyard where there are two mountain bikes. he grabs the first one and i the second, the one i choose has flat tires unfortunately.
out the back gate we scamper. behind the house is a trail, and beyond the trail is a canyon. so here am i running, he peddling, the sirens are close now and we are a few hundred yards away now. i nearly fall from the uneven terrain. minutes have gone by, though it feels like mere seconds. the trees in the canyon have us hidden from view now and i begin to tire. i yell to my friend as i reach into my pocket to retrieve some money. my friend slows down and i reach out my hand to pass my crumpled bills into his. i look into his eyes as i slow down my pace.......and then i wake up.
this one involving a friend i've known since elementary school.
i am dropped off at some unknown house by my grandmother where i arrive to a scene of total chaos.
seems i just missed an altercation of sorts involving my friend and some unknown character. there are footprints marked in blood going from a rear bedroom all the way out the front door and end in the front yard where the grass begins. there is blood smudged on the front fence where the victim scrambled to escape. inside there are people in shock, some covered in blood, crimson stains the walls and carpet as well.
so here i am moments before police arrive, sirens can be heard in the distance.
i am directed to the back bedroom where my friend is, he is smoking a cigarette. there are people yelling at him. he is unscathed, not a drop of blood on him. but apparently he is responsible for whatever happened. the mystery of what happened i never do find an answer to, i do not ask him. instead i help him flee before the police arrive. we climb through the bedroom window into the backyard where there are two mountain bikes. he grabs the first one and i the second, the one i choose has flat tires unfortunately.
out the back gate we scamper. behind the house is a trail, and beyond the trail is a canyon. so here am i running, he peddling, the sirens are close now and we are a few hundred yards away now. i nearly fall from the uneven terrain. minutes have gone by, though it feels like mere seconds. the trees in the canyon have us hidden from view now and i begin to tire. i yell to my friend as i reach into my pocket to retrieve some money. my friend slows down and i reach out my hand to pass my crumpled bills into his. i look into his eyes as i slow down my pace.......and then i wake up.
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