I awoke from a dream last night, in which I was murdered, Mafia-style, as I descended a fire escape. It was so realistic—I heard three shots and the shells hitting the ground. I felt the impacts in the back of my head, and even my hair getting blown around, and then a burning sensation where I got hit. So crazy!
In the dream, I didn't die right away, but I knew I was going to. I confronted this goatee guy, who I don't recognize, but he was someone important. I knew he wasn't the gunman, but I asked him if he was responsible for killing me. He said yes, and I asked him why, but woke up before he could answer. *shudder*
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