Flowing

I am on a wooden row boat flowing down stream. The small waves carry me gently through the water. On my left and right there are large open fields. A small dark figure appears in the distance. The birds are chirping, and it seems to be a normal spring day.

The person in the distance raises something long and black. I see a flash and hear a large bang. My boat has a hole, and it is filling with water! I have to stick my finger in the hole and paddle to the shore. I look over my shoulder and see the person coming after me.

I run along a path that had been trod on for such a long time that only rock made up its content. Suddenly, there is a water fall in front of me. The person is getting closer. I decide to do something crazy. I jump. I plummet faster and faster. I see my life flash before my eyes. I hit the water and everything was dark. I wake up on a beach I look around. I am at Pewaukee lake! I run all the way home where I belong, and I am happy that that is over. I never want to see that guy again.