—Sniped—
2:00 AM
I’m walking through a cemetery.
This particular cemetery is located inside of “Disney World.”
Yeah. I didn’t know Disney World had a cemetery either until I walked up on it while touring through the park.
I see my best friend about 50 yards off.
I notice a red laser light on his chest.
The laser light goes from his chest up to his brain.
I looked to see where the laser light was coming from, and I see a Sniper in the window of a building—Aiming his rifle at my friend.
I take off running to try and tackle my friend and keep him from getting shot.
Bam!
My elbow hits the wood floor of my bedroom.
My hospital tray that stays beside my bed turns over on me, and I’m splashed in the face with a cup of water I had sitting on the tray.
The tray, and everything on it, lands on me.
The bell I keep on the tray, to use in case of an emergency, rings as it hits the floor.
Mom hears the noise and comes into my room.
“Oh, dear. Another bad dream? Let me help you.”
“Yeah. Just another typical dream.”
“What was it this time?”
“I was walking through a cemetery in Disney World, and a Sniper was trying to shoot my best friend. You know, the one who died 25 years ago.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Look at my elbow and see if it looks bad, please.”
“It’s just really red and skin-up.”
“Okay. It’ll be stiff in the morning.”
“Yeah. You’re going to be stiff a few days, I’m afraid.”
I’m now sitting in my recliner watching TV.
The time is now 3:00 AM
