a moment ago.

i woke up whispering to myself, “they took his hand.”

i was riding in a cop car hanging out with this cop. she was telling me about her day, and how bizarre the last few hours had been. as she was getting into the details, we noticed a huge crowd ahead walking down the sidewalk. she was distracted by the crowd, but i happen to notice a guy in a wheelchair heading in the opposite direction as them. she slowed down some, but i soon suggested we stop, which is when it seemed the crowd came alive, although neither of us could tell what was happening. she turned the spotlight on and started getting something ready, but i couldn’t wait and i ran out of the car towards the now dispersing group. i saw the guy in the wheelchair, and i saw what they had done. as i got closer he reached out to me covered in blood, and i saw his fingers had been cut off where they meet the palm. i struggled to scream out to the cop, but for some reason i can never scream in my dreams – i feel like i’m choking on my words. i tried over and over again until i woke up whispering to myself.