4.15.2009

I'm completely sane, yet this happens

Last night I had the strangest dream ever. I woke up completely freaked out. This is it:

Somebody came to my house and shot me 6 times. The detail I remember is ridiculous. Like I know he just killed someone else because his gun barrel was still hot. He effortlessly pinned me to the closed door. And he smelt like fresh dirt in a disgusting way.

I remember how I tried to protect myself by holding my hand up to my heart, even though I knew it wouldn't help. The guy had dark black hair and wore black leather gloves. He covered my mouth with it and muttered "shut up or you will die." I stopped struggling but I knew it was a loosing battle no matter how well I cooperated.

He shot me in the stomach. It didn't hurt though. I didn't cry or anything. My entire body was really warm, but that's all. Then he shot me through the hand and heart. Over and over. I did die.

Yet later in the dream I was sitting in on my own funeral. People were talking to me like I had never died, and I was freaking out on them. I couldn't make them understand I was dead. I watched myself being buried as well. Only everyone went home right after the funeral so I was the only one there.

First, I can't explain how emotional I got over that (in the dream). For whatever reason it just tore me apart. Lots of people say they want to be present for their funeral, but it's horrible. Absolutely horrible. People are supposed to say all that nice crap about you, but what if they don't.

As I was walking away from my grave someone came up behind me and asked to use my phone to text someone. Wordlessly I gave it to him. After he gave it back to me my phone started vibrating and text after text filled my inbox. They were all from the guy who killed me.

I couldn't have woke up faster. If you haven't had a dream you woke up crying from this one would have done it to you. I think what scared me the most was feeling like I had no control whatsoever over what happened to me. No matter what I did the course of events wouldn't have changed.

Tonight will just have to be better.

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