Last nights dream was about a needed mass suicide so everyone in this town can live again--a life without this genetic epidemia (and some hardship) it was suffering from a menial war (or something). I killed myself twice because my first attempt--jumping off a high peak--apparently was unsuccessful even if I saw blood when I touched my scalp and felt a minor headache after I did the needed task. Thinking I was kind of invincible in this dream, I rose like nothing happened, quite disappointed and jumped off the peak again. This time, I felt the bump in my head twice with my second (and hopefully certain) attempt hitting my head on some rock column first and to its final approach, a rocky portion of land. Weird thing is it wasnt as scary after all. On midair, it has the same feeling as riding EKs space shuttle or falling from a cheerleading backtuck/layout toss. I thought, dying was...easy. And then I died for a second and then lived. Its like Im living a second life when I woke up this morning. Everyone, this is what happens when you watch Game of Thrones before you sleep. Good morning wooorrrllddd!!!
Posted on: Fri, 11 Jul 2014 03:07:24 +0000
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