A running thought

I was running , running and running in what seemed an infinitely long field with mist all around. Dodging unknown invisible objects with a football in my hand. Running for ever and ever, the finish line just did not seem to arrive. I was panting and was getting tired, but kept running, even while my feet started to feel sore, there was only one thing in my mind, "I have to get ther, have to get there before this ends..".

My priorities were set, my heart was determined. The pain in my stomach increasing progressively, my feet feeling more and more sore with every step but i kept running, hoping that sometime it will end, the finish line will come, the time for touch down will come. My mouth open to take in as much Oxygen as i could, sweat trickling down my cheeeks but i still kept running.

And then, finally something happened. There was some sound ringing, still running i looked up for a fraction of a second to see where the sound was coming from, but could not locate the source. I kept my eyes on the ground as much as I could to dodging the unknown, left and right, and trying to figure out where the sound was coming from. But i kept running because my objective was clear in my mind, no matter what, I have to get to the finish line. The sound was growing louder and louder , and once again i risked looking around to locate the source, and then many things happened in an instant. I tripped, and fell, the golden package in my hand fell on the ground and rolled down away from sight, my eyes opened to a new world, with an alarm clock ringing by my side!!