THIS DREAM I HAD

Here A story I wrote:

This Dream I Had

The feeling you get when you commit murder is a feeling I know. Well
I think I know! I have a recollection of a bloody murder in which I
kill a woman. I do not know how the memory got there but I do know
that it haunts me. I have many dreams of this gory murder. The day
after I have the dream I can't get it out of my head. It's like a
very catchy song or a horror film that scares you so much you can't
get it out of your head.
You may be thinking that I said it was a memory and also that I
dream it.
So which one is it?
I do not know. Deep down inside I feel that it is a memory yet I
dream it too. Maybe it is just a dream. Or maybe it is a dream I
have had so much it seems to be a memory. I don't know what it is but
all I know is that it haunts me.
As I grew older I trained myself to block the memory from my mind.
Yet still it would come back and in the worst of times. And for some
reason I started to yearn for the memory. I wanted to know what it
really was. So then the memory just burst through the barrier I made
in my mind.
Could it be real?
I told myself that it was just a dream but my yearning got the best
of me. Then I started to search. At first I had no clue what to look
for but than it hit me.
Maybe the murder was in the news!
I went to the library and searched the local archives. I searched
for weeks but found nothing. I almost gave up hope but then I
thought something that I wish I never would have thought now.
Maybe the murder wasn't around here. Maybe it was some where else
and just not published here.
So I packed up all my stuff. I was headed to the U.S. National
Archives. I bought a place online near there and got a job as a
movie rental store part-time manager from a friend.
I searched every hour I had free. People, started to wonder why I
was there and why I was always at the archives. I would just shrug
my shoulders and assure them that I wasn't causing trouble.
Don't worry I'll tell you when I find what I am looking for.
The truth was I knew I wasn't going to find what I was looking for.
Just when I was going to give up hope I met a very pretty girl. I
dated her a few times and everything seemed to be fine. She even made
me forget the memory for a while.
One night after I had the dream I realized something.
The woman I was dating look exactly like the girl in my dream. I was
having a battle in my head.
Could it really be her?
No it isn't her!
Why not, she looks just like her?
I don't know, maybe because she would be dead!
I drowned the thought out of my head. We dated for a long time and
while we where dating I rarely ever had the dream or thought of the
memory. After about a year of dating I proposed to her.
She said yes. We got married after 3 months. She was the cure to the
dream. I was so happy. I found someone I love and a cure to my memory
at the same time.
But after the wedding the memory came back. It was worse than ever.
I tried my hardest to make it go away but still haunted me. I tried
the mind barrier thing that I had used as a child. It did not work.
The memory seemed to be getting worse.
Could it be because of her?
How could the person who I thought was the cure to the memory make
it worse. The more the days wore on the more I thought it was her
fault. I wanted to leave her but I couldn't. I loved her.
The memory got worse. After about a year I had a break down. I told
my wife I didn't feel good and called in sick for work. The truth was
I was not sick at all. I don't know why but something told me to
stay home from work.
I sat on my couch thinking to myself.
What the hell am I doing this for?
I had no clue what to do. Then something told me to go get the mail.
So I went. The part of New York I lived in was real crime infested
so I was careful when I went outside.
Sure enough there was a gang fight going on outside. Then somebody
got shot. I ducked. I hid behind my mail box. One of the gang
members came running by and without even thinking I tripped him. He
dropped his gun and it landed by my feet. Then he took off without
the gun. I picked it up and walked inside.
This is stupid! Why am I doing this?
I walked to the kitchen and sat there. I had no clue what I was
doing or why. Something inside me was driving me to do it. As I sat
there , my mind racing, I planned my next move.
I was going to wait in my bedroom for my wife to get home. When she
came home she would find me lying in bed and trying to wake me. Then
I would shoot her. The perfect plan. Maybe.
So I sat in my bed. One hour. Two Hours.
HUNNY
Shes home. I took a deep breath and pretended to sleep.
HUNNY
It will take her a while to find me.
HUNNY
Come on stupid I'm in bed!
Is she that stupid?
Finally she looked in the room. She saw the lump under the covers.
She walked over and started to shake me. I jumped and pointed at
her. Instinctively she swung her fist at me. She hit me and I fell on
the bed. Then I got up again and she ran. I shot at her but missed.
I got out of the room just in time to see her fall down the stairs.
She laid at the bottom knocked out. I ran down and stood over her.
BANG
BANG
BANG
BANG
BANG
I emptied the whole clip into her. But as I stood there I started to
think about my dream.
I have a gun. I am chasing a woman with it. She is screaming. She
trips and rolls down the stairs. She just lies there. My nose drips
blood from when she hit me. I ran down the stairs and stood over
her. I fired the gun. BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG. Blackness.
I CANT BELIEVE IT! I HAVE MADE THE DREAM A REALITY.

BY: Tyler A. McConville