I began to have hallucinations.
My first hallucination was of two dogs fighting, tearing each other to pieces. Their bloody carcasses looked like they were ran through a blender.
My second hallucination was of an old lady walking right into traffic. The loud crunching sound of bones shattering and the screeching of brakes shocked me back to reality.
During my third hallucination, I was walking down Main Street when a body fell from the sky and exploded upon the car next to me. The head popped off like a bottle rocket and rolled to my feet. The head was smiling. I screamed myself awake.
In my fourth hallucination, I saw a robber sprinting out of a store. The owner stepped into the street and blasted him in the back with a shotgun. I could see through the smoking hole in the robber’s body.
My fifth hallucination was the worst. I came home to find my front door wide open. As I walked into my home, I saw dead bodies. My family…butchered.
These hallucinations were terrifying, and seemed so real.
This morning, as I was in the middle of a nice long walk, I saw two mangled dogs in an alley, an old lady get hit by a car, a suicide jumper, and a robber get shot.
As I began to sprint home, I realized true terror is not having horrible hallucinations; it’s realizing that they are visions of the future.