I had a nightmare last night, which was so real that I could feel everything including the pain , the smell of gunpowder and rough-touch of the criminal’s arm.
I was on a long-distance bus running on the highway with over twenty passengers and an old driver. I thought it was a pleasant journey home until a big weird truck showed up in front of the bus. There were metal cages and wooden boxes under a piece of cloth. However, what were in the cages frightened me like the first time I watched a horror movie when I was six. They were naked air-dried human bodies with torturous postures. Some of their broken arms waving out of the cages in the wind, giving the illusion that they were still alive. A few seconds of my mind blank, I decided to call the police. At the meantime, a man with a mask stood by my side and pointed me with a gun. The other four partners of him hijacked the bus quickly and ordered everyone to put their hands up. Were they related with the truck? Were we dead meat?
The hijackers were staring at each of us for a few minutes in turn. It seemed that they intended to remember our appearance. Time passed by and the bus stopped at the gate of a five-floor hospital. “Get off in turn and go straight to the hall of the hospital.” Soon came my turn. I felt panic that I couldn’t breath. I didn’t realize I was not able to keep calm when I was pointed by a real gun. I used to consider some of the victims in movies irrational and out of mind, but I just became one of them in the real world(nightmare). Suddenly one thing came to my mind that what if I could survive. I should try to remember every detail of the criminals as much as possible. The more I remembered, the sooner they would be captured. So I took the one near the door of the bus as the target. The hair cut, the uncovered eyes, the long messy beard, the clothes, the shoes and the smell, all of them could be the clue sent him to prison.
Got off the bus, I run to the hall of the hospital, where I could borrow a phone and finally call the police. What happened later turned out that I was too young and too naive. The criminals came in, locked the gate of the hospital and shoot one bullet, asking all the people, young and old, healthy and sick, to go upstairs to the roof. The crowd got panic, and rushed to the stairs, pushing and rolling, shouting and crying. You could imagine what the picture was like. Then there was sound of gunfire. One! Two! Three! Four! Four people were shoot down, and three of them were passengers of the bus. I could recognize them. What were they doing? Were they hunting in the hospital? I had never heard any news of that before. They were real psychos.
Someone called the police, and the hospital were surrounded when most of us were on the roof. I regretted so much that I didn’t watch the documentary yesterday about how to survive in a terrorist attack. It was strange that the atmosphere on the roof with doctors and patients was not that nervous. And the hijackers disappeared like a fart gone with the wind. People began to comfort and encourage each other while waiting to be rescued. But where were the hijackers? Given the polices surrounding outside, they had no chance to escape. They were hiding somewhere in the hospital or they disguised among us. The injured needed medical care, but no need to call the ambulance, because we were right in the hospital. If the police took all of us to the police station to identify the hijackers from the others, there were over two hundred people including those who could not leave the hospital at all. With my mind at sixes and sevens, I walked down the stairs to the hall when someone went upstairs passed by. I suddenly had a strong feeling that I saw him somewhere. The haircut, the beard, and the energy he sent out, I recognized him when we had eye contact. Unfortunately, he recognized me as well. He turned around and grabbed my arm, “Keep silent and don’t be stupid.” I felt a gun pointing at my back.
Not today, not today… I opened my eyes and found myself on my bed in the morning with soft sunshine around. I was still alive and healthy.
If dreams are something happening in a parallel world of five dimensions, then I am having the second chance to treasure everything I have, which I took for granted before.
Enjoy the ordinary life even it is tedious sometimes, and wish the world peace.