I usually don’t have any dreams nor do I remember any of it when I wake up. It would just either be that I will know that I had a dream last night or not and that’s it.
Before, when it was still the 3 of us living together, Kristin kind of contaminated me with her every-night-different-dreams malady (didn’t know what other word would sound not so … negative. :p) but that was all in the past since after we parted ways I no longer had dreams again.
But just last night … or was it early this morning … that I had a dream that was a bit weird and scary. Why? Basically … I dreamt that I was murdered. Seriously. But the whole story was vague but this is what I remembered when I woke up.
I was lying face down in an abandoned room somewhere with two other guys. I couldn’t see their faces but I was pretty sure that they were guys, or so to speak. Then a masked man spread my hands apart and pointed his gun first at my right wrist. I knew then that I was gonna get shot. But when he actually shot me … twice … there was no pain. He then shot me at my left wrist but this time only once and left me there to bleed to death.
Now the ironic part, I was now lying there, bleeding to death and still not feeling any pain but was getting very dizzy now. So I let the dizziness in me overcome me and passed out. But when I woke up, I was still there but the two guys were already gone … blood all over the floor and still feeling no pain. But when I sat up and looked at my wrists … the gunshot wounds were already healed (left one hell of a mark).
I remembered that I was feeling very confused at that time thinking why this had happened. And that’s when the alarm of my cellphone started beeping. All I can remember is that I left that dream still overwhelmed with confusions … and that probably is why I woke up this morning feeling pretty exhausted.
The Jan Times 
