In my dream, I and my family were eating early dinner at a simple restaurant on a common street in my hometown. I noticed my younger brother wasn't in this dream. While we were eating, I kept asking my father why he had gone back home from abroad. I was happy that he finally got home, but also sad because it was not for the best. I and my father then found a tiny alley and there we talked further. He suddenly got furious that he shouted at me. He pulled a gun out of nowhere, and I ran back to the restaurant. While running, I saw two policemen pull their guns from their holsters and aimed at my father. My eyes were closed but I heard a choir of gunshots. At this point, I knew I was awake. I was breathing heavily.
Halfway between dreams and wakefulness, I could see the image of a distant friend, a friend I barely knew back in childhood. It was Joanna whom I hadn't seen for more than 10 years. She was holding a gun too; her expression was that of pain and anger. I didn't know how I did it, but I hurriedly grabbed the gun from her hands, and ran back toward where my father was.I knew it was only moments before I wake up. Suddenly, I saw my mother and my sister being hurled into the arms of a few unknown men. They were being carried somewhere, probably to the hospital. They were soaked with their own blood and they were as limp as a noodle. I was furious! I was so furious at that time I felt an insatiable desire to avenge them!
I searched for my father. I could feel my teeth grit almost to the point of pain. I could feel the gun against my grip. I was so ready to shoot him. I was so ready to kill. Then I saw him. He and the two policemen were lying lifeless on the ground.
Then I woke up.
