A Dream Of Bravery

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I had a dream that night. I was running. Jumping from one rooftop to the next as soon as I reach an edge. I was standing on the edge of a building, but just as I was about to jump I felt something, no, someone pull me back. A shadow figure turned me around. The scenery around me fell apart then reconstructed into something completely different.

I was bound to a chair. The shadow figure had a gun aimed directly at my forehead. A voice appeared, at first as a whisper. It turned into an echo that increased until my ears felt like they might bleed. The words became clearer. But I didn't focus on them as much as I focused on the gun.

The shadow slowly squeezed the trigger. The echo stopped and it was just one voice again, the shadow annunciating each word perfectly so I would hear.

"Eric."

The shadow paused and I looked straight at the barrel of the gun.

"Be brave."

A shot was fired, and I sat up quickly. I was back in my bed.

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