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I had a dream last night that I died. I usually wake up before the actual dying bit. If you know you're going to die, what's the point of hanging around, just wake up and be done with it. But not this time.
I was in a fairly nice apartment with a bunch of friends (obviously this was another life). We were standing around talking, getting ready to do something as yet undecided when the ex-boyfriend of one of the women came in. He began to rant and rave and act in ways that showed beyond a reasonable doubt why no one would want to live with him. Different people tried ways to diffuse the situation but he continued to get more and more unhinged. At this point I was thinking, this is not going to end well. Then the gun came out.
Psycho ex pulled it out and started generally waving it around. This motivated everyone to try a bit harder with the finding a way out of this situation. One of the women, I think it was his ex, who was nearest the door made a move to go into the hall. When he called her on it, she changed tactics and managed to talk him into the hall. As he stepped into the hall everyone left in the room breathed a sigh or relief.
Unfortunately, the sound coming in from the hall of psycho boy escalating torpedoed any remaining hopes. A minute later the woman slowly backed back through the doorway followed by the psycho. Her right eye was not. I first thought he must have shot her, but a bullet would have kept going. Whatever he did her eye was utterly destroyed. He seemed pleased with the results. Fortunately she was so deep in shock anything approaching reality was just being rejected by her brain as a totally bad idea. I moved to help her, figuring she'd only stay vertical for so long and she should be proceeding to the emergency room anytime now.
That put me a the center of the psycho's attention. I wanted to help her, therefore I must be the one responsible for their breaking up. Since he was busy working out all the angles of how much he hated me I was able to hand the injured woman off to someone else who managed to get her and themselves out the door, out of harms way, and on the way to the hospital. However, I was in a room with a very angry, not altogether sane man with a gun. The room had walls and I very shortly found my back against one. Everyone in the room was frozen watching this guy, afraid that if they moved he might notice them.
I watched as he held the gun in my face and pulled the trigger. Once. Twice. Three times. Then he put a hand on each sides of my face and pushed. He cackled at the ability to smush my face into a different shape much to the horror of the others in the room. I got to witness it all from my own eyes, which was quite creepy.
Then I woke up.
Waking up at 4:30 in the morning after being shot three times is just not the way to start a day. After I woke up I went to the bathroom then went back to bed but the lingering feeling of having just been killed kind of hangs with you.
I was in a fairly nice apartment with a bunch of friends (obviously this was another life). We were standing around talking, getting ready to do something as yet undecided when the ex-boyfriend of one of the women came in. He began to rant and rave and act in ways that showed beyond a reasonable doubt why no one would want to live with him. Different people tried ways to diffuse the situation but he continued to get more and more unhinged. At this point I was thinking, this is not going to end well. Then the gun came out.
Psycho ex pulled it out and started generally waving it around. This motivated everyone to try a bit harder with the finding a way out of this situation. One of the women, I think it was his ex, who was nearest the door made a move to go into the hall. When he called her on it, she changed tactics and managed to talk him into the hall. As he stepped into the hall everyone left in the room breathed a sigh or relief.
Unfortunately, the sound coming in from the hall of psycho boy escalating torpedoed any remaining hopes. A minute later the woman slowly backed back through the doorway followed by the psycho. Her right eye was not. I first thought he must have shot her, but a bullet would have kept going. Whatever he did her eye was utterly destroyed. He seemed pleased with the results. Fortunately she was so deep in shock anything approaching reality was just being rejected by her brain as a totally bad idea. I moved to help her, figuring she'd only stay vertical for so long and she should be proceeding to the emergency room anytime now.
That put me a the center of the psycho's attention. I wanted to help her, therefore I must be the one responsible for their breaking up. Since he was busy working out all the angles of how much he hated me I was able to hand the injured woman off to someone else who managed to get her and themselves out the door, out of harms way, and on the way to the hospital. However, I was in a room with a very angry, not altogether sane man with a gun. The room had walls and I very shortly found my back against one. Everyone in the room was frozen watching this guy, afraid that if they moved he might notice them.
I watched as he held the gun in my face and pulled the trigger. Once. Twice. Three times. Then he put a hand on each sides of my face and pushed. He cackled at the ability to smush my face into a different shape much to the horror of the others in the room. I got to witness it all from my own eyes, which was quite creepy.
Then I woke up.
Waking up at 4:30 in the morning after being shot three times is just not the way to start a day. After I woke up I went to the bathroom then went back to bed but the lingering feeling of having just been killed kind of hangs with you.