interpreted.

we were driving behind a truck. full of teenagers sitting in the bed of the truck. 

careless but happy. something happened, and suddenly they were surrounded in small flames. 

but they didn't even realize. i tried to call out.. tell them that they needed to just get out. fast. 

because they were slowly burning away. they were oblivious. and just ignored me.

the scene shifted and suddenly we were racing up a hill. 

she was an athlete. a super talented one. and i started doubting myself. i got discouraged. 

and said, "it's just the way it is, i'm going to lose." so i stopped running. gave up. and walked.

and i woke up, and realized my dreams had slapped me. and told me exactly what i needed to hear.
i was in the truck. oblivious, letting the flame slowly eat away at me. and i needed to just get out.
this race isn't one i'm going to lose. i won't get discouraged. i'm so much stronger than that. 
i won't give up..