I was in a large room with no doors. Locked in, I should say. I know I was completing a task for someone but I didn't know who. Nor do I remember what I was supposed to do. All I remember is grabbing an object from near the door and then lying flat on the ground hands glued to my side as if that was the end of my test. Maybe I was playing dead. Maybe I was dying. I lay there with my eyes closed waiting for something to happen and then all the sudden I couldn't breathe.
There had been a full crowd; all of the members of my hall had been watching me struggle the entire time as if watching a play. I hadn't paid attention to them until now however when Jared Ross broke off from the group and walked closer and closer to me ready to play a trick on my paralyzed body. He had placed a portion of his shoe in my mouth as I slept, cutting off the air supply. It was only a joke to him, but to me it was my life. I gagged, attempted to flail my arms to signal that I couldn't breathe but my limbs were not under my control and wouldn't budge. Every time he shifted his weight I saw a shimmer of light and reached for the opening attempting to inhale air as opposed to old rubber.
Then I heard my name being called from a distance. Jared immediately pulled his shoe away and I could feel the air rushing back into my lungs. I was alive. I lay still for a moment then I heard my name being called again. And woke up.
oh sarah...you have the most interesting dreams. you know, I learned in Psych class that most people don't usually remember their dreams because their dreams are of very normal tasks, like washing dishes, going to class, etc...rarely do people dream your type of dreams. it's a gift! haha:)
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