[ WP ] You dream of a terrible natural disaster and , in your dream , you decide to record it on your phone . You then wake up to find that the video from your dream is still on your phone .

I placed my recording cell phone in my belt holster, facing outwards to continue filming. A thick mist of itchy dust swam into my nostrils and down into my lungs. I let out a heavy cough, the taste of bitter blood tainted my palate. A piece of debris from the parking lot ceiling crashed down next to me; I flinched away, tripping in the process. After picking myself up, I bent over and began pulling the slabs of rock off of Mary's bloody and battered body. I 
 prayed that my sweet dear wife was somehow still alive. *how on earth was there no warning for this earthquake? * the ground below me was still 
 rumbling, I needed to move fast. I removed the last chunk of rock that was covering Mary's face; or what used to be her face. I clamped my eyes shut in pain. My stomach twisted, vomit almost poured out of my throat. This was all too surreal. The building continued to rumble, the ground continued to shake. *was she really gone? * I took a deep breath and- 
 
 My eyes snapped open, my heart pounded against the front of my ribcage. My eyes darted around. The sky blue walls and black curtains calmed my nerves, *I was at home and in bed, it was all a dream. * I looked to my right and saw my angel of a wife, Mary. She was curled up underneath the sheets, drooling on her pillow. 
 
 My cell phone buzzed on the nightstand. I picked it up and read the text message'Dad, I thought I'd let you sleep in, I walked to school. I love you'. It was my teenage daughter Alice. I had a strange feeling in my gut, it pulled my eyes towards the video gallery Icon on my phone. I opened it. The thumbnail of Mary's bloody face shocked my brain like two live jumper cables attached to my eyeballs. I pressed play and watched the carnage unfold. What?! How can this be?! How could I have a recording of something which occurred in a dream? I looked over to Mary, her face was caved in, the sheets were covered in dark red ooze. `` Mary!'' I yelled. My hands hovered above her body; I did n't know what to do, I was paralyzed. But then I realized this was n't fear or indecisiveness, this was something else. My vision became blurry, the top of my head felt wet. I touched the wet spot with my hand and then brought it in front of my face for inspection. Blood. Lots of blood. A faint voice echoed in the distance, `` we're losing him!''. The outer edges of my vision began closing in, getting smaller and smaller. My sight became so narrow it was as if I was peering down a lead pipe. I did n't know what was happening, but I felt that I did n't have much time left. I leaned over to my lifeless wife and held her as tightly as I could. With my mouth near her ear I whispered `` I love-''
