When I was twelve years old, I had a dream that I was next to my local park, and I was mute, no matter how hard I tried to speak; the words wouldn't come out. There was a security guard standing by the gate, he was a tall white person, I tried to tell him something (I can't remember what), but I was mute (like Claude). The guard started staring at me, he came closer and closer, like he had evil intentions. I tried to run away but my feet wouldn't move, I was stuck to the ground. The guard came closer, he started sniffing me, I closed my eyes hoping he'd go away.
But then I digged into my pockets, there was a gun in there, I slowly grabbed it and aimed it towards the guard. He was backing away. No one was watching, I looked around helplessly; I wanted to shoot but there was something stopping me. I finally plucked up the courage to pull the trigger but all I heard was a click, no bullet. The man pulled out his firearm and aimed it at me, again I tried running. It was only a short matter of time before he caught up with me. I was at the end of an alley, he started circling me, laughing. Inside, I was terrified. I had never felt so frightened. He kept on circling me, suddenly he stopped. He shot me. I watched myself bleed, I started vomiting blood. The dream ended at that precise moment. It felt so real, so life-like, it was an experience that I would never like to experience again.
I woke up, didn't scream. Just sat there. I couldn't move for a few minutes - I felt paralysed. I slowly went back to sleep again. I remembered every single detail, the guard, emotions, all of it.