I had a dream. In that dream I was in an alley, surrounded by soldiers. On one side of the alley were soldiers in blue colored uniform, and on the other were soldiers in camouflage uniforms. They were warring against each other.
The alley was the only way to my house which was on the other side of the road. I had three options: to either join the blue team, the camouflage team or to just walk through like nothing is happening. From where I was standing, I could see the way they were killing each other and I couldn’t tell which team was winning. Maybe that would have justified which one I would join.
So, I joined the blue team and I started my journey to the other end of the alley dodging bullets, knives, fist fights. As I was about to get to the end of the alley, a member of the blue team just came towards me and said ‘I don’t know you! and guess what he did, he slit my throat, but my head was still held together by the skin at the back of my head.
I didn’t stop running, with my head dangling along I did not stop to check the state of my condition, my feet kept propelling me forward. Thankfully, I eventually got to the end of the alley.
As I stepped out, suddenly, my head was back in place, no traces of blood or any injury, people were going about their daily activities. It was as if that alley never existed, I walked home and hug my foster parents and I was glad I made it home alive.