Well last night's post was a trip. Not sure if I want to keep it up there. I'll decide later.
///DREAM
I remember getting shot. About three times. In the chest. Bleeding. Heaving as I tried to breathe. Stumbling towards my shooter covered by the shadows. Then slowly dragging myself across the floor as my legs went limp.
It's okay though. I prefer having the worst/scariest dreams rather than the happiest dreams where I get the things I want most. At least when I wake up from a scary dream I realize that it was just a dream. But when I wake up from a dream of wanting that one thing I want most it's the worst. Because I wake up... and realize it was just a dream.
///DREAM
I remember getting shot. About three times. In the chest. Bleeding. Heaving as I tried to breathe. Stumbling towards my shooter covered by the shadows. Then slowly dragging myself across the floor as my legs went limp.
It's okay though. I prefer having the worst/scariest dreams rather than the happiest dreams where I get the things I want most. At least when I wake up from a scary dream I realize that it was just a dream. But when I wake up from a dream of wanting that one thing I want most it's the worst. Because I wake up... and realize it was just a dream.
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