Only A Dream

 Last night I had one of the weirdest dreams ever.

Have you ever had such a bad experience in real life that you wish it was only a bad dream and that you would soon wake up from it?

Well, I had just such an experience last night but it turned out it really was a dream.

It was one of those dreams that seemed so real while I was in it that I didn't know I was just dreaming.

This is what happened.

I was downstairs in my room. I walked out, saw one of my brothers and a couple of other guys with him. I didn't recognize the guys so I didn't say anything to them. I continued on my way and went upstairs. After a while I returned downstairs and noticed that things weren't as they should be. I looked around and saw that things looked very different. I noticed that many things were missing. I immediately realized that many items had been stolen. I have many tools and many personal items boxed up and stored there and most of those items were missing. I was emotionally crushed!

I headed towards my room and realized that some of the walls to my room had been demolished. Large pieces of sheet-rock (gypsum board) had been removed from the walls of my room.

I couldn't believe it. This worried me a lot. I didn't feel safe sleeping in my room with huge portions of the walls literally missing. Then I began to really worry. I thought about my gun cabinet and all the firearms and ammunition that I keep stored in my room. I went into my room and went straight to my firearm cabinet.

I was emotionally crushed again! My entire gun cabinet, all of my firearms, air arms, and ammunition were missing. They had been stolen!

I was devastated! I couldn't believe it, but it was true! My house had been burglarized and many of my belongings including my highly valued firearms and ammunition had been stolen!

I walked out of my room. I headed back upstairs. I walked slowly. Completely devastated. I wished this was just a dream. I hoped I would wake up and realize that it was just a dream. But I knew it wasn't. It was reality. It wasn't a dream, but how I wished it was a dream.

I walked back upstairs and went to my mom. She was on the phone. I told her I needed to talk to her. I told her it was very important. I wanted to tell her what had happened. But she was too involved in her phone conversation. She didn't realize how serious my predicament was.

I looked at her, she didn't look like my real mother but in the dream she was my mother. She had a few blemishes on her face but she was none-the-less beautiful.

Despite the fact that I was just dreaming it seemed so real. Everything seemed so real!

You can't believe the relief I felt when I woke up and realized that everything indeed had been just a dream! It was just a bad dream. Indeed I had just been dreaming. A sense of peace and relief fell upon me when I woke up and realized it was only a dream.

 I cannot over-emphasize how real that dream seemed to be. I was completely devastated as I walked out of my room and back upstairs. I really truly wished it was just a dream and that I would soon wake up. It seemed so real. I was so relieved when I indeed woke up and realized it indeed was only a dream.

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