Dream Diary #130: Time Bomb

(The date of this dream may not be accurate as I retrieved this post as a draft without checking the original date I wrote it)

I am transported back to my retail days of working in a supermarket, when suddenly the store is under attack from a mass shooter.

Terrified, I cower in the corner of one of the aisles and though I am shot at several times, somehow I manage to escape from being gravely injured.

I see the culprit walk back and forth past the end of the aisle many times and when I can't see him I can hear the bullets as they ricochet off the walls of the building.

It seems as though I am there for hours, frozen to the spot in fear, conscious of the fact that many of my colleagues were either dead or had managed to escape, but I had no idea which ones.

Just when things start to go quiet and it seems as though the threat has subsided, another man enters the room. I can see him over my shoulder at the opposite end of the aisle that I had seen the shooter; he is carrying a large sports bag and he sets it down on a table and turns towards me, grinning sinisterly.

My heart sinks when he pulls a bomb out of the bag and I know that I hadn't just survived a mass shooting only to be killed by a suicide bomber!

I stand and just as I am about to run, I hear a noise from behind. It is one of my colleagues who had managed to hide in the next aisle along from me.

The man doesn't do very much to stop us, and I put this down to the fact that the bomb would go off imminently. Everything seems to turn to slow motion as I roughly grab my colleague and pull her along with me.

We run towards a lift and get inside. It seems to take forever to get to the top and I feel wave after wave of anxiety in anticipation for the bomb going off.

When we reached the top, we are in a shopping mall and we run through it screaming at everyone to evacuate as fast as they can. I awake before the bomb has a chance to go off.

Dream Diary #129: Don't Look Back

My Love and I had reconciled and I couldn't wait to see him again. I got off the plane and he was waiting for me in the lobby of the hotel he'd been staying in. The mere sight of him after so many years of being apart took my breath away.

I went up to him and though he appeared just as excited to see me as I was to see him, he wouldn't take me up to his hotel room - he stopped me and told me he'd take my luggage up to the room himself.

I was exhausted from all the traveling I had just done but he insisted and told me to go for a walk and he would meet me later. 

We'd been together but a few moments and already I was questioning my choice and whether or not this was what I really wanted. Nevertheless, I did as I was told and started to walk around the fictionalised version of the town in the USA we used to live in together.

As I started walking, I realised another thing; my Love hadn't told me where to meet him. The town was quite small so we were bound to run into each other eventually, but I began to run around aimlessly, not really sure of where I was heading or why I was even there.

Then another thought hit me; if I stayed, I would likely never see the man I'll refer to simply as 'The Crush', (due to the fact he is married in real-life so a Crush is all he can be at this point) ever again.

Though my intense attraction to The Crush makes no logical sense, due to him being married and unable to reciprocate even if he wanted to, the sadness I felt at the thought of not seeing him again engulfed me and overrode any joy I should have felt at being reunited with my Love, which begged the question -- was he really my Love at all anymore? 

That's when I realised how far I'd come and the things I wanted four years ago are not necessarily what I want for my life now.