awake but not really
8.30.2014 @ 23:49
Last night I dreamt that I was a murderer. I dreamt that my
mother was assassinated and my Dad told me to go to Dubai to avenge her. I did
not understand. I think I was 20, but I felt 14. I felt lost and terrified and
when I got off the plane and landed in Dubai, I felt like everyone was
rejecting me. I don’t recall having the ability to fly, but I do remember being
able to jump super super high.
I met my cousin at the airport and apparently we bounced our
way back to the hotel. When I got to the hotel it was all red – red walls,
floors, the staff working there wore red, the bed sheets were red, and
basically everything in the hotel was red. For some reason, I went up to the
receptionist and told her that I was on a mission to kill somebody. My cousin
told her his name and she said that he was killed; or probably murdered, I
don’t remember. I felt really happy and I could almost feel my mother’s ghost
hugging me. I think I cried while I made my way to his room.
Inside, I tried to find solace in seeing his blood, or dead
body; but I saw nothing. All I saw was red and it scared me. Turns out, he
faked his death and tailed my cousin to the airport. I turned around in
realisation and I saw my cousin’s dead body lying in front of me. I think I
jumped and kicked him but he shot me and I felt my lungs deflating. I think I
was having a mini Biology lesson flashback and pictures of the lungs flashed
through my mind like PowerPoint slides on energizer. I soon gave in to the
boredom (I felt no pain and was awaiting death) and decided to commit suicide.
I knew I was in a dream, and that’s usually how I dream every night, and I shot
myself in the mouth.
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