Ever had a huge downer, whether it be reality or a dream? · 6:01pm Jun 11th, 2014
A while ago, I had a dream that seemed SO real, and honestly, I didn't want it to end. The dream was, I was still 15 years old, and in that time of my life, I somehow managed to buy a Lamborghini aventador, and I was driving around Beverley with it. (Where I live).
And the best part of this is that no matter how fast I went in it, no cops came for me! I was free! Living a dream (duh) and never wanted it to end. I drove for ages, fast as hell, going at like 200 or so mph, and when I was, I went to go and see my gran, so I drifted corner by corner until I got there, skidding to a stop at the end outside her house where I parked it. Little did I know, all my cousins were there. Including my family.
Gran, my brother Liam and a few of them came out to see the Lamborghini, in disbelief that I actually owned one. The best part of this dream was that gran called me an idiot because I got a Lamborghini for my first car, and annoyingly, she wouldn't stop twisting the doors around. I dunno why, but it kinda made me laugh a lot.
Next thing, I know, I get bored as hell being there, because it reminded me how miserable I was just being sat there in that house playing on Xbox and doing nothing but being fat. So I got in my car and sped off, leaving my family behind. I was actually kinda mad I went back there, almost as if I was gonna be back to stay. I was speeding well over the limit, nearing 300 mph, and the last thing I knew while I was going around a corner was the fact that I crashed. To say the least about this dream, it was awesome, beyond any words to describe living a fantasy I want, but ended horribly.
The front of the car caved in, windscreen smashed and shards went all over my face, nearly blinding me, and the next thing that happens is I feel the car shake and shudder, then I see the tires on the left side break from their position, making the car flip in the air and get scratched and bashed in all over, and lastly, it was upside down on the road, and I was dead.
The awful part of this is that while I was in the phase of dying in a Lamborghini, I could actually feel the heat and pain from it, like I was actually there. The bigger part of disappointment was that I lost my Lamborghini, that was now a broken, scrap heap of an awesome super car.
I had a dream where one of my best friends I have known from kindergarten shot me 7 times, though in my dreams I seem incapable of feeling pain, instead I became unable to breathe (I was probably stuck with my head under the covers in real life).