A dream

Another screwy dream! Ooh, how fun.

So, I was waking up at around... 7AM? Well, let us say late 7AM. I was woken up by my phone, but it had gone to voice mail. There wasn't anything special about my waking up, except for my finally picking up the phone around 15 minutes later, checking my voice mail and such. As it turns out, I was supposed to drop into work early. So, since I don't have much of a way to drive when I wake up like this, I decide to call a friend of mine, who has a wife, and have them pick me up. After getting dressed and such, washing my hair over a sink for a short time, I walk out from the hallway and into the living room. There, I saw my family, a wife, her child, and her grand parents, as well as my mother. I don't have any of these, but this didn't strike me as strange. Not in the slightest. So, eventually, I can start to hear thunder, as if a storm was approaching. Soon after that, I hear the beep of a car horn, sling the strap of my satchel over my shoulder, and walk out of the door to my friend's vehicle. Something unusual? He had his wife with him. I questioned him about it as I walked to the door. My friend was a rather kempt man, usually shaven, wearing a suit EVERY DAY. His car is rather small, too. It's like a... a porsche? It's too small for me to normally fit in, but I managed to get inside. In the back, was his wife ( I don't know why I didn't just sit in the front.), sitting right behind him while curling her tongue around a lollipop. I struggled and struggled to sit down in back next to her, before she finally pulled a small lever on the side of the seat (Which I apparently hadn't noticed) and nudged it forward, giving me room to at least sit down and stretch. So, the car pulled out of the driveway, and on we went to where I'm supposedly working. Around... five minutes afterward? We come to a ramp for a highway, continuing up it and onto a rather large stretch of road above a large city. This is nothing like Greenland, though, but it didn't strike me as odd, either. As we continue on our way, I try to make small talk with the wife, which she doesn't respond to. The low rumbles of thunder became more sounded out, and soon enough, rain had began to tap on the roof of the car. Along with the tapping, though... the rain decided to leak through. Suddenly, it's as if we were in a downpour, with rain pouring in through the roof of the car. I try and get to my feet, to block a bit of the inflowing water with my back, but that only makes it worse, since I had apparently raised up the roof of the convertible ( Did I say it was a convertible? I can't remember.) and let in even more water. So, I sat down, soaking wet, with all three of us groaning in dismay from our now tattered clothes and soaked physique.

Then...? We crash. The vehicle slammed into a light post, sending us both jolting forward, with my head slamming into the back of the seat in front of me, and the wife doing the same, but with her body following suit. I can already tell that there was a serious injury, as there was a mass of blood in the front. I lean to the wife, grabbing her by her arm and shaking it, saying that I'll get an ambulance. I turn, letting go of her arm, and try pushing open the door with my foot to no avail. Then, a kick. Or two. Or three. I can't recall, but the door swings open, and I rush... or morely, limp, to what is apparently my house. My house? That it was. I pull open the door and start yelling "I need to call an ambulance.", over and over. Everyone is apparently in disbelief, and suddenly, it's night. My wife is asking me what happened, if I am alright, and again what had happened. I rush outside, tugging her with me, and let go of her as soon as the accident is in view. "Come on, we have to help her!" I yelled, rushing over to the car. Around half way into my run to the disable vehicle, I can see the wife rush out, screaming, wielding a large, machete-like knife, an swinging it in my direction. She's nowhere near me, though, but I quickly back off. She's screaming and yelling, all while lugging around something orange and apparently heavy, as she gets tugged to and fro between each of her swings by inertia. I start to move closer, and, in what I can call the most idiotic thing I've ever done for a dream, I run right after her, wanting to subdue her, but also with this urge to hug her. She flees, running straight away from me to the end of the street. I chase her, but she drops the machete, then reaches for the large orange object on her back. She props it up on her left side, holding it as if it were a rifle. It was a nail gun. How anti-climactic, right? I try and move toward her once more, but with caution. A hiss of air, the sound of a sharp object tearing through the air in front of me, then the sound of a large nail impacting wood, or in this case, my chest. The centre of my chest. Right in my heart, it seems. I gasp, then fall over, turning to my left, landing on my side on the soaked concrete. Everything fades. Then I wake up.

That isn't all of it, though. One more detail. It feels like there is a hole in my chest, now. I keep raising my hand to the centre of my chest, expecting to feel a hole. But, oh well. At least I'm dreaming again.