Immediately after I realized he pointed the gun straight at me, I started to run for safety. It was me there and it was for real.
It started when I suddenly I saw myself in the midst of a row of small houses. Not one was at least a two story house. All were small like the single room houses. It was dark as I slowly realized. One house to my left had some lighting.

I walked straight to find something or someone I was looking. Was I looking for some missing person? I couldn’t think about that as I felt as if I woke up in a different place. I was just wondering what all is happening here.
As I approached the end of the way, I could see two workers still repairing an old house. I couldn’t see anybody else. I didn’t get closer to them as they looked like ghosts at this hour. I wondered for a moment if they were really ghosts. They faces didn’t look natural. So I didn’t ask them anything out of fear.

I turned back and went through the same path I just walked. But as I walked, I was looking at the ground. Now that I saw these workers, I realized that the whole place was under repair. There were some tiles laid in arbitrary shapes but were abutted with cement. That looked wet giving sense of freshness. Suddenly I realized I was on the floor of a big building on the top of which small rooms were getting repaired. I was afraid to put legs on the tiles that were looking too wet for fear of falling down to the floor below. So I walked carefully.
I reached the end and took the right side. I saw another worker at the same house which I had seen last time was lighted. Then I realized somebody should be coming. I walked straight and saw one young man, I didn’t know, to the right, another old man who was tenant of the house standing before me.
Then I saw a woman suddenly appear from the dark and I felt she would go to this young man. But she came and just tied an orange color band on my right hand. She showed how to loosen it and tied it again.
I wanted to know what it was. I turned my hand and found that it was a watch. As I took it closer to my eyes it automatically increased the sound of ticking. It looked good. Everything was orange and I could see the time easily. The time was about 3.00.


The woman was going away. I didn’t know why but I wanted to ask about something. So I ran after her. Outside I saw there was no road in the direction she went. All was gravel on the way. Then far ahead were some houses which looked familiar. Then there was a road between those houses.
I went there and looked for her. I found some men standing here and there. The man far behind me was pointing his hand almost at me, and showing that to another man. Then I looked straight thinking it was not me. There were several men moving, but I didn’t find anybody who was steady. One man before me moved to the right side and then I saw one person who looked familiar.
I felt I didn’t like the guy. His face was round and he looked heavy though young. He wore round shaped spectacles. He was pointing a revolver straight at me. Immediately after I realized he pointed the gun straight at me, I started to run for safety. The man to my right side showed a gesture indicating I should run to the street to the right.

I was quick to start the run as I realized he had shot a bullet. I could hear the sound as I went to the right and escaped the bullet. I found the road was almost straight and open. I cannot walk long in the open without getting hit by the second bullet. So I wanted to take cover.
There were ruined houses to the left and also to the far right. To the right was some garbage and didn’t show a way to hide. I took the little alleyway to the left and jumped off the small wall of a ruined house. While it was giving some cover, I realized that the killer would have come to this street by now.
I went parallel to the street and suddenly found row of old houses whose roof has opening. The slanted roofs near those opens looked good for taking cover. I climbed a roof and jumped from one to another while taking cover from bullets.

I reached the end of houses. The last house didn’t give an easy way to get down and go to the other side. To the left there was a wall on which I can walk to the end and go to the other street. It appeared like a structure that I had seen before and I realized that it was like this intentionally specifically for this time. When I reached the end of the wall, it looked to high to jump from. I didn’t know what to do. I looked and found the killer searching around the wall. Suddenly two fat guys came behind me on the same wall and one fell down quickly. I was about to push the other. Then I thought how these new guys entered the scene and how did they come up the wall which was too high.
Then the scene some how changed. I realized in the morning it was dream, but the last action looked good if it continued for more time. After writing this I had realized how much it is to write only a small scene. I had two other scenes in the same night though I don’t understand how all happened one after another. I said it was real because I was there though only mentally. I started having these action thriller dreams for a long time as I watched some action movies and played action games. Today I felt like attempting to narrate it in an article.
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