Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 4/1/2024
By randybobandy
It was Christmas morning. I lived in an apartment in a skyscraper with my brothers, my dad, and his new wife. I wanted to open the gifts in my stocking but his wife said we have to wait until after breakfast, and that that’s what we have always done. “No,” I corrected her. “We’ve never done that. Every year it’s our tradition to open stockings before breakfast, and open bigger gifts after.” I went over to a table that was set up with everyone’s stockings. I picked up mine and started opening the little gifts inside. I was crouched on the floor against the wall because there was nowhere to sit. My youngest brother Andrew was to my left, and to his left was my dad’s new wife. My other brothers were on my right and my dad was standing in the doorway of his bedroom, watching over us. My dad’s wife then said something about how we never have pancakes. I again corrected her, “We have pancakes every Christmas, it’s part of our tradition. I don’t know why you keep speaking authoritatively on my family’s traditions when you haven’t even been here for them and know nothing about them!” I dug into her. Suddenly our front door was thrown open. I froze in fear, as did everyone else. I knew nothing good was coming. Then I saw him, some random man marching into our apartment. He had a double barrel shotgun sticking out of his front pocket. I watched as my dad backed up into his bedroom and closed his door. I knew he was getting his gun out of the safe. I hoped the intruder just assumed he was cowardly. I slowly rose to my feet while holding up my hands. I hoped he would ask us things or explain himself, buying my dad time to unlock the safe and put together the gun. The intruder took his gun, pointed it at Andrew, and shot him twice in quick succession. Andrew collapsed to the ground. Before I could think, he turned the gun to me, shooting me twice as well. I was killed instantly.