My Nightmare

Last night I had a dream and it is still vivid in my mind. So before I forget it, let me describe it a little.

So I was in this shelter for the refugees, apparently, there has been war going on in my dream. I was staying there with my family and relatives, even relatives from China. We played around the refugee camp because it was in the mountains, and there were a lot of nature and it was not too bad. We lived like Chinese, ate like Chinese, talked like Chinese, everything was going well, and we were just having fun.

One day, the army announced that they were coming to each of our shelters and killing us all. So my family and I hid all day, afraid to be seen. At first there were a lot of us in the same room, then people start to lose patience, and some went out to see what was going on. In the end, my cousin and I were the only ones left in the shelter. I was becoming more frightened from being found, so I hid in the bathroom, thinking if there's a tunnel that I could hide in. Suddenly, an old soldier came in, but somehow he wasn't scary at all. He looked around the place, saw my cousin and I but didn't really seem to care. He looked some more, even down in the tunnel in the bathroom (boy, was I glad I didn't go in there). Then he found a shotgun, and he confiscated it. What happened next was that he simply walked away without saying anything or doing anything, especially not to us. I felt this incredible relief from my nightmare, then I woke up...

Pretty intense, but I am glad it has a happy ending. Well, sort of.