This is another one of my "I had a bad/interesting/good dream so now I have to tell everyone" stories, so if you don't want to read, you don't have to.
Anyway, I had the worst nightmare I have ever had a couple nights ago, which left me afraid to sleep two nights afterwards. I actually had to go to my parents' room and shake in my mom's arms for like an hour before I could go to sleep.
Anyway, I wrote it down, so I remembered it, and here it is (BTW the You in the dream is my little sister Zoe... I don't know why, but I don't want to write her name down):
I dreamt that You, me, and Dad were on the train heading towards la Défense to go shopping. We were with Laura (my step-grandmother) too, but she didn't matter until she asked You if you wanted to go to the bathroom. And You said yes. I proposed to take You, but Laura insisted and took you to the back of the train. After a while I realized it had been too long, so I went back there to look for You. You were both gone. I ran back to Dad and screamed that you were missing just as the train pulled up in la Défense. We got out and looked everywhere, screamed your name over a white expanse of absolutely nothing. Finally, we went into this convience store full of really shiny appliances and sharp knives.
Then the TV in the store began to play. It was You, with tears streaming down your little heart shaped face. People in the store looked up, but went back to their shopping, uninterested. Laura stood acroos from you and her voice boomed: "Why did you do it?"
And You, with tears chocking your words, answered, "I don't know what you're talking about. Do what?"
Laura looked at You and screamed, "You know what!" And still You shook your head in incomprehension, sobbing fully now.
Dad was gone. I was all alone, amidst all these strangers, watching this awful tape while they shopped.
Laura asked You again, and You shook your head again, so she began to shake You. She shook you so hard your neck broke and hung backwards unnaturally, your nose letting one strand of blood slip out to drip on the tile.
Then Laura came out with your body, your dead body, and I screamed so hard I could feel it in my heart and feel to my knees. I screamed louder than I had ever screamed, full of pain and guilt and hate and incomprehension. Then I just screamed in pain, so hard my lungs hurt, and then I was holding you, not You, because you were dead. I tried to wipe away the blood on your nose but it wouldn't go away, it just stayed there and no matter how hard I tried I couldn't wipe it off, it just stayed there, and all I could hear was Laura laughing and all the people ignoring me.