Never-ending

Inception can be a scary thing.

If you ever heard of inception, then you know that something never ends. Well, that is kind of what happened to me. One day, while I was attending to the corn fields with my dad, everything did not seem right. I mean, I'm usually wake up happy, but this morning, I had a feeling that something bad was going to happen. 

Around 6:30 pm, my dad was playing with our pit bull, Charlie.  I was just watching them, having a good time, while enjoying an ice cold beer after a hard day of plowing and mowing.  I was also tired so I hopped into bed and without realizing it, I had fallen asleep. 

The next morning, something was a little bit off. I found myself, sitting on the couch with a cold beer while watching my dad, and my dog, playing together. How can this be real? I ask myself. I'm watching myself, watch myself, watching my dad and dog, play. 

I went upstairs, hoping that this is a dream, I slept for the rest of the day. 

When I woke up, the same thing happened again. I was watching myself, standing; looking at me, looking at my dog and my dad, playing. This was starting to get weird. How can I be watching all this? This situation gave me a headache. Maybe some more rest will help. 

I woke up the next morning, to see the same exact thing happen again.  I was standing there, watching myself standing, watching myself sitting on the couch, watching my dad and dog play. Except..there was something a bit different, the first me, had a knife in his pocket, getting ready to kill my own father. Did this whole thing happen, so that I can see myself, murder someone? Was I supposed to stop myself from murdering someone? My headache came back as I tried to understand all this. 

The next day was a work day, with all this plowing and mowing.  After I finished that, I sat on the couch with a beer in hand and watching my dad and dog play, like they always do after a long day. I reached into my pocket to see if I had anything to snack on. I did not find anything to eat but I did find a knife. My dad noticed the knife and tried to snatch it away from me.  He yelled at me, wondering why I had a knife. I kept saying that I don't know why. He did not believe me and slapped me across the face. The slap made me fall and drop the knife. My dad ran towards the phone to call 911. I stumbled up and grabbed the knife. 

I ran towards my dad, to stop him from calling the cops. He pushed me away, with force.  I lunged at him with full force and threw the phone out of his hand. I looked at him and saw that his eyes were wide open. I looked down to see that I had stabbed him. I got up, and stood in horror, at the damage I have done. I could hear the cop sirens outside, so I decided to turn myself in. They handcuffed me and took me away.  I thought back to that inception thing that happened to me.  I was watching myself with that knife. Why didn't I stop myself?  Could I have been dreaming this whole time and Just dreamed that I saw myself, over and over again? I guess I'll never know.