Last night I dreamt that we were at a park. I was with three friends and you were with her. There were lots of other people there, white people, black people, and other Hmong people.
We were just minding our own business when a fight broke out between a white couple and a few black people. Soon, the park became a warzone, which the white people pulling out guns and shooting at the black people. There were bullets flying in every direction. I told my friend we should leave, but she didn't want to risk getting hit by a stray bullet as we made our way to the car (that was about 100 meters away). Instead, we threw ourselves to the ground as a white guy sprayed the area with bullets from an automatic weapon. People were falling like flies. I was hoping he would spare us, but he didn't. As soon as he saw us, a spray f bullets flew at us, hitting our lower bodies with bullets. I sat up and realized my mistake. He looked at me and walked over. He noticed you next to me and shot you in the head. Then he proceeded to come closer to me and shoot me. As he stood over me, his cap fell on my head. I begged for him not to shoot me, but he ignored my pleas. I said a quick prayer as he pulled the trigger. My mind went blank as I watched him walk away. Then I realized I was still alive. God must have heard my prayer. As I touched my forehead, a bullet fell from it. His hat had somehow protected me.
I told my friend we needed to get out of there because it had been minutes and no one had called for help. All the white people were just standing around watching the massacre. Help was not coming. We needed to crawl over to the car and get out of there. I looked over to you, and crawled over to check on you. You were breathing, just barely. As you pulled me closer, I expected you to tell me to tell her that you loved her. (Where was she? Who knew? She disappeared during the chaos.) Instead you whispered softly to me, "Teach my kid." I cried and left you there to die.
As we were getting into the car, a few of the white people noticed and came at us. I picked up a gun I saw on the ground and attempted to fire back at them. I missed frequently, but grazed them a few times. As I got into the car, it turned out one of my friends wasn't really a friend. She tried to kill us, so I pushed her out the door.
We drove away and went to the hospital. The next day, my brother was showing me a list of people who had been shot at the park and their status. I didn't see your name on there, so I assumed you had died. However, later a nurse came by and I asked about you. She said you had survived.
A wave of relief washed over me. I shouldn't have left you behind, even if you were too heavy to move. I should have stayed until you were gone.
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It's been years. I hope everything turned out the way you wanted.