Happy 21st day of the 21st year in the 21st century. How cool is that? How often can you start off a greeting like that? Um, ONCE!
I wish that I could say that today was just pure magic, and that nothing but great things continued to happen today. Nope, I cannot say that. What was the highlight of your day? Mine was waking up. That was pretty much the only bright spot in my day. I didn't even wake up in a good, positive mood. I woke up, drenched in sweat, and having a panic attack. Good times were had by all! I woke up, early, from a terrifying nightmare. It was one of those dreams where it felt so real, as if I were reliving an old memory from a previous life. Only, in this dream, I was accidentally shot to death by a close friend. I could actually feel the spirit of myself leaving the body, as I was lying on the ground and bleeding to death. I knew that I wasn't me, but I was a woman in my dream. I was another woman, and living out an actual day through this woman's life and eyes. She was a slender, relatively tall woman with a bob-style haircut. She was struggling to make money for herself and her child, or well....my child. I was her in this dream, so technically, the child was mine.
Anyway, I was spending some time with two of my closest male friends, and we lived in a very part of this town. This was the kind of neighborhood where crime was constant, including the sale and distribution of illegal drugs. I don't believe that I was a drug addict, but I could have been from what was happening in this dream. At some point, one of my male friends got his hands on a very strange-looking semi-automatic gun. It looked like a black boxed gun with a long barrel attached to the boxed body of the gun. The guy who was holding the gun appeared confused by it, and appeared to have never handled this type of gun before. When he lifted the gun to inspect it, the gun went off and several bullets shot out of the gun and went right into me. Yeah, so clearly, I fell to the ground and started bleeding out. The friend who had just shot me was clearly freaking out by what he had just done. As I was laying on the ground, feeling myself slipping into the nothingness, I remember my moments. I was thinking to myself, who was going to take care of my child? What is going to happen to my child? I felt my spirit leaving my body after I died. I was literally floating around in the sky, and could see the woman's body lying on the street. The last part of the dream was just as strange, as I was a spirit and I was continuing to look after my loved ones. No one could see me, but they could feel me. I was even able to move things around, using the energy around me. At one point, I was able to shove some unknown man away from a loved one who he had just threatened to shoot with another gun. Why all of the guns?! What is with all of the guns and violence?!? I cannot stand guns and I cannot stand violence.
After waking up, I was drenched in sweat and my heart was racing. I felt so short of breath and I was so light-headed. I was thankful to wake up, alive.
Comments