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The Death Dream
I've mentioned dreams before, yes I usually don't have them. However, now that I think about it, there is one dream I remember. You would think certain dreams would fade away after years and years of your life. Because you experience new things and discover new things to dream about. Everyone has had a nightmare in there life time; Most likely many. When my parents were still alive. I remember there was this one dream I would continue to have. It was a horrible dream, although I have tried to explain to numerous people before and they have only swept it away stating, 'It was no big deal'. But it was, I remember it perfectly because I still experience it up to this day.
It starts out when with me when I was a very small girl, standing on in front of my house with my mother and father. And it always takes place with me at a young age since that's when I started having the dream. It's a beautiful summer day, not a cloud in the sky. My mother is gardening right in front of the house, her back facing me, but I know she is smiling. My father is reading only a few feet away in a lawn chair as I was playing with a new doll my mom had made. It was then I hear something, something sounding very low and deep. Now as I listen more carefully, I realize it's a car. But a very old one. However, the weird part is no one I knew in Risembool owned a car. No one. It must of been a stranger from far out in town, someone who had too much money for a public train, and had found the only secret road that lead into the town. I stop immediately and stand up in the grass walking slowly, closer to the noise I still couldn't see. Then I see it, far far in the distance I see a long, grey car. It could of been over 100 years if they made cars that far back. The wheels we extremely close to the ground, and I now realize part of the noise I had heard before wasn't just the old motor, but also the end of the car scraping on the bottom of the dirt road. I look for a driver, but see no one in the driver's seat. Just a dark grey block. Who the hell was this mysterious driver? The scene scared me, as I turned around running to my parents. But they were suddenly gone. Both my mother and father had disappeared, no where to be found. As I heard the car come closer and closer, I realized there was no way to make it to the door of my home in time, it was just too far away. So I ran, as fast as I could away from the road and my home. That was toward Ed and Al's house. I ran, past the huge oak tree, over the small grassy hill, closer and closer to the river that lead into the woods. But it seemed I wasn't getting any closer, and the car was getting gaining speed. Closer and closer to me. And I knew if I didn't do something soon, the car would catch up, I hadn't even realized at the time that it was chasing me. So I had to hide, I hid behind a huge tree, breathing heavily pressing my young back against it. I held my breath as the car came near to me. But it passed, it drove slowly right past the tree not even noticing I was there. I let out a sigh of relief. Why was it following me? Why me? I collapsed down on the ground still behind the tree when suddenly, the car appeared. Right in front of me, and it was off the road, on the grass. Yet I still couldn't see the driver even when the car was only a few feet away. And it always happened, I would wake right as the car door opened, and the person was about to reveal it's face.
Last night, as I fell asleep on Edward's arm, I had that dream for the first time in this world. We had been exhausted from our long kiss and both passed out of the floor. And after the person opened the door, and I awoke, I had almost gave myself a heart attack. My eyes shot open and I jumped up, sitting, looking straight into the darkness of our room. I tried to catch my breath, as looked around, touching my face as I realized I had come back to reality. I looked at Al; Still asleep in the last position I had seen him before Ed and I kissed. Then I looked at Ed; It was weird I was the one having the nightmare and not him. I was the one tossing, turning and sweating when he was comfortably asleep. He was on his back, with his flesh arm out; I had used it for a pillow. His right leg was bent, and his left one was straight out. His hair was messily fanned out around his face as I watched his stomach move up and down slowly. I listened to his breathing. He wasn't snoring, but it wasn't considered 'breathing heavy' either. I liked it, it was soothing and helped me relax back onto his arm, close to his warm body.
He had said he loved me. Just that statement alone made me feel better. It made me feel so happy, things were finally picking up. But the thing that really worried me was this; I'm not superstitious, but I believe in omens. Every time after I had that dream, something having to do with 'death' ocured. Not something like an old lady passing away in a few towns over, but a disaster. Two weeks after I had the dream for the very first time, my parents passed away. The second, Ed and Al's mom died, the third, Brigadier General Maes Hughes was murdered, and the fourth, Ed was killed by Envy.
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Auther's Note: Winry's dream is based off of a nightmare I used to have, however no one was killed after I drempt it... Thank goodness!