escape

I was looking at the snow outside my window
while sitting by the phone waiting for this
important call. I looked down at the phone
and seconds later it rang.

A voice instructed me to leave the room.
"Where?", I responded.
"The 3rd door on your left", was the answer.
It must have been a payphone because just before
he hanged up I heard a beep indicating that the
money were almost up.

I got up from my seat and tried to look discreet
while exiting the office space I was in.
Tried to not rush myself as I knew that rescue was
near, just 2 more doors to go.

Just as I reached the door I turned around.
I was looking down a muzzle of a rifle.
The man smiled and sqeezed the trigger, at
the same moment I woke up and had a burning
sensation in the eye-lid.
I felt my eye-lid, where the man had shot
me in the dream, and it was burning hot.

When does the brain lose the thread that says
what is real and what is not?