Damn you Inception!

Sorry, I try to make this thing a priority. But then I end up forgetting completely about it or just don't care some days. Perhaps I have nothing really to say. Who knows. I don't. Get used to it.

Last night I dreamt that I got shot. Not once. Or twice. But like 1,006 times. According to the weird counter that appeared in the dream. The first part involved some weird long black haired guy in a grocery store. I saw him and knew this guy was trouble. As I walked down the toilet paper isle he walked along the next row of Contonelle (or Charmin). He then proceeded to push down a stack of paper and immediately I fell to the ground and screamed. Even before he pulled out a gun. After that, things are somewhat of a blur. I think some cops nabbed him or something. Then I ended up at some resort or the like and sat alongside a curved street in chairs with my grandma, aunt and two others who I can't recall. All of the sudden, a white car pulls up with three people in it; two guys and a girl. They turn and give off creepy smiles at us. The girl then pulls out a white gun and takes out everyone there but me. I try to run but get a bullet through my stomach. Strangest thing about this dream was that it felt very real. More so than my normal dreams. I attempt to crawl away, but the girl shoots me like six more times. I try playing dead. However, my feeble attempts at hiding my short breaths proves worthless. After going after more victims, she comes back and shoots me like 40 more times. Then she just goes on and on and on. This is when that counter comes up reading 1,006. Reminds me of those hit counters you see in a video game. Bonus points for her!

Anyways, I feel like I'm dying there and everything is fading out. Yet I still continue to live. Eventually they disappear or get arrested and I'm seriously wounded. With everyone freaking out, I limp to a hospital while everyone looks at me in shock and despair. Despite this situation being so morbid, in the dream it makes me feel important. Like I mean something. Odd.

Those are the two bigs things that I can remember dreaming about. There was more. But my brain isn't hacking up it's secrets.

Like I said earlier, this dream felt strangely real. I felt the pain of a gunshot wound, I saw the blood, it was difficult to breath. All the emotions were heightened. But I'll get into my other weird, random, and crazy scrambled dreams another day. I have more dumb college classes to attend to tomorrow.

"...ecstatic" - Jafar