“Waking and dreaming”

He looked his victim straight in the eye.
But he shot him anyway.
It takes a special person to do that.
But he did it anyway.

Up and to the left and it ripped the shoulder apart.
It could have been worse but he was a good shot.
That hand gun class had paid off after all.
Still the wound was bad enough and now someone should be called.

Unfortunately that someone hadn’t shown up yet.
Probably would soon enough.
Nine-one-one.
What is your emergency?

The clock on the wall spun incessantly.
He felt he could fly and did.
Must be a lucid dream, thank God.
He wouldn’t do time after all, just wake up and take a shower.

This nightmare was nearly over he thought, half smiling to himself.
What the hell, another quick shot at a passing car just for kicks.
Just then an officer landed a fist to his jaw that woke him up as it knocked him
to the floor.
Landing on the shot man’s bleeding shoulder he became nauseous as he
realized...

A lucid dream is one thing.
Walking in your sleep can be quite another.