I had a dream where I [again] get shot, but apparently this time the reason I got shot was because I spent way to long at a store wandering around and the owners got suspicious. So I was obviously really fucking pissed That is NOT a fucking REASON to SHOOT someone, I’m going to fucking DIE now YOU IDIOT, but I did not say this out loud because as soon as I turned around to face the guy I saw him pointing the gun at my face and well I had no weapon and I really did not want to experience getting shot in the face AGAIN even if it was just a dream, because as weird as it may sound my mind is so fucked up that I actually imagine the pain. You don’t feel pain in dreams, they said, you’ll dream of fairy dust and Angels, they said.
I got shot in the back. I make my way out the door and suddenly I’m in the desert, near some train tracks, surrounded by a bunch of beggars/immigrants. I’m trying to look for someone that can help me and after a while of walking under the searing sun I feel myself losing consciousness. I’m trying to stupidly cover the wound in my back and somehow I trip and fall head straight into a “nice” rock on the ground. I black out.
THEN I WAKE UP IN A MALL. At least that’s what my mind tells me. I’m with my family and then I realize I’m back at the store where I got shot! I see the same man glare at me and I get the fuck out of that place. Somehow my back wound is healed… but something happened to my leg while I was unconscious .. someone shot my leg… or maybe it was venom… all I know was that it hurt like a bitch.
Fuck you dreams.
