A Dream………………………………………………………..…….…………………………………………..……….Marc Butler, V

A Dream

Marc Butler '23

My engine began to overheat. I started to push over 130 mph in the dodge charger I was driving. I could feel the heat from the engine sneaking its way through the ac vents to get to me, glancing up at the mirror and looking at the money just sitting there, a promising future. Constant blue and red flashing lights immediately interrupted me, trying to hypnotize me into stopping the car. I thought to myself, if I do, at least the sirens will stop. It’s been almost an hour from the bank. I can’t take them anymore. Shutting my eyes and ears off, I see a picture of me sitting on the beach in peace with no peace and no more speed. The picture was turning into a short film. I was beginning to do a flip on the beach. I realized that my dreams were slowly becoming a reality. Opening my eyes, I was turned over on the top of the car. The car was flipped over on the side of the road. Air whistling out of the tires from their former prison into the open air. It must have been a spike strip based on how much air was leaking out of the tires. Slowly gaining consciousness, a puddle started forming around me, which wasn’t good because I don’t remember having any water in the car. With all the strength left in me, I slowly lifted my hand to be in my blurry field of vision and saw it was covered in blood. I couldn’t let my dream escape; I knew I had to chase it. I glanced out the side of the flipped car, and I saw a clearing in the forest that looked like a bright blue ocean, one that belonged in the Caribbean. I had to run to it. I gathered myself and grabbed the money from the and ran to it. I was not even able to think or see my next step. I just knew I was running to the beach, back to my dream. Hopefully, I can get away from the cops. I heard small waves slowly crashing along the sandy shore and then retreating back into the water. I felt the sand between my toes. Thinking I was losing the cops, I looked back, and the puddles of blood were following my every step j, leading the police on a treasure hunt to me. Attempting to look back even farther, I saw the police have come to the x on the treasure map. They started to pull their weapons. Turning forward, I kept on running in the hope of keeping my dream alive. The sirens began to go dim until I could finally not hear them anymore.