Saved by Bullet Proof Pillow

I dreamt that I was almost shot. 

It was so scary. I think it’s the scariest dream I’ve had so far. 

I was in some strange old house. It looked like a motel because there were two full size beds on the first floor that had those cheap flower comforters on it. There was another girl in the house who I assume was my roommate. I recognized her because I had a few writing classes with her at Syracuse University. We didn’t talk much, so I didn’t understand why she was in my dream. 

The girl was upstairs when a man was trying to break into the house. I hurried to hide under the bed when the intruder walked in. I laid low under the bed while I watched his black boots make the wooden floor creak. I was going to text the girl to stay upstairs but I was afraid it was going to make a sound, so I didn’t. 

I slowly crawled further under the bed, so my legs didn’t stick out, but it was too late. He saw me. And that’s when shit got real.

He started shooting!

There was a pillow under the bed that I used as a shield to hide from his shots. I guess the pillow was bullet proof. 

I moved the pillow up to cover my face when he aimed for my legs. He missed, but I just stayed still. I guess he thought I was dead and kept on moving. I couldn’t tell if he was searching for something. He wasn’t there long. He opened the drawers and walked around the floor, but it didn’t look like he was taking anything. 

He soon left the house and when I heard him drive off, I called for the girl upstairs and she ran down. Scared and confused, we grabbed our shit, looked out the window to make sure no one was out there, ran to her car, and drove off in a rush. 

I didn’t know where we were going. I just knew we were speeding down the highway to get as fast away from that house as possible. I feel like we could’ve driven to the police station or called someone for help, but that clearly was not the plan. 

It seemed like the girl knew the guy and was hiding from him, which is maybe why we took off the way we did. I woke up wishing I knew where we were driving off too. 

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