I’m in a grocery store trying to talk to someone’s dad to get a lead for the murder i'm trying to solve. I talked to the dad for a brief moment then proceeded to the checkout with my dad. We get in his car (a convertible for some reason) and start driving somewhere. It's a sunny day at dusk. feels like california on an open road just driving. so many different views. first person. third person. beside the car looking in. I start telling him about my job in Florida. He says that he knows. that he’s proud of me. I start breaking down..“dad, you’re..”. he looks sadly ahead.. “I know…”. the murder i was trying to solve was his.
Living a normal life. Dad is alive, brother is sleeping. I wake up around the time my dad usually would.. 3:30/4 am. I hear my dad moving about like he normally would when going to work. I hear his footsteps, his mumbling, everything seems normal. His car turns on. I start to have doubt about if it's really him. He should've been dead. I see a glimpse of someone looking at me through my bedroom window. I know it's him. I start getting more and more of an eerie feeling. It's definitely not him. I quickly get up and hide behind my door so I can attack him. The door suddenly opens. It starts pressing against me. He realizes it and tries to look. When I see it's my dad I don't attack. Something is off. He's still in his sleepwear, but I thought he was going to work. We have a quick, weird conversation. Something like: I thought you had work, he says no and asks why I'm up. It was cold and distant. He knows I think something is weird. He leaves my room, comes back and throws a blanket at me as I still stand in my room looking in the hallway. It lands on my bed as I dodge it. I look in the blanket and find the handgun he got me before he passed and a 300 mag bullet. That's fucking weird.. like is it not? I feel like he made a snide look at me as that happened. Idk, this is getting a little fucked up I think? Maybe not, but I think it would perhaps qualify as at least a weird dream so far? Yeah, I just broke the fourth wall... I cock the gun, but it's empty. I then run out, see my dad get evil looking?, and wrestle my dad a bit before getting him in a rear naked choke on the ground. We exchange a few words. Something like:
Who are you?! You're not my dad.
I was going to force you to do something (I can't remember.. maybe something about the gun safe) and slip into this character forever.
Idk, that might be a little different cause it sounds a bit cheesy. I start screaming for my brother to wake up so he can shoot this thing and kill it. I imagine him using a rifle to shoot it's leg or stomach and using a pistol to shoot it's head. These shots go through and hit me too. But for some reason my voice isn't as loud as it should be. I'm struggling to call for his help despite trying to scream at the top of my lungs.
I run through the events of my dad dying, me finding him, and the aftermath, but for some reason we keep his body. Four days later my dad's heart starts to beat, which is weird af cause it's been four days. I start to give him whatever treatment he needs (I think I give CPR which is kinda weird I think, but idk. Maybe he had a feint heartbeat or something). My dad gets revived. After living a normal life for the next day or so, I start to question if my dad knows he died and was dead for four days. My brother and I have this weird tension between us. Kinda like us saying: What.. The.. Fuck.. to each other. Obviously there's no fucking way my dad can be revived after 4 days or being cold and stiff af. Like he had no blood flow, oxygen intake, nothing. There's no fucking way, so why does it feel so normal, but so eerily fake. Like he shouldn't be alive and it's just not right.
i remember many many many days and mornings where i questioned if the events that transpired actually happened. like it felt like my dad passing was the dream, not him being alive. and it wasn't like i knew he passed in the moment. i genuinely thought he was alive. i genuinely thought the dream above happened. i genuinely thought that him passing was the dream
the dreams i've had have alwa
