I am writing today to report a very strange turn of events, which as far as I'm aware ended in my death.
"Oh but doctor, you must be mistaken! How ever could you be posting on the internet if you are dead? Silly Doctor."
Well, let me elaborate, as I am just as confused as you, if not more.
Three nights ago I had an extremely vivid dream. In my dream I was looking from a birds eye view in what I thought to be a small glass room supported
by a metal frame, there was people gathered around huddled together looking at something, I had to struggle, but I could see a body, and upon closer
inspection, blood. This dream was not much more than that, I never saw a face, and I didn't hear a word.
I woke, and I felt horrible, drained, as if severely depressed, but a strange relief.
Dreams effect me in strange ways, and I've come to live with it, I usually look into them, but in this case I could find no clues as to what the math
just happened. I went to work as per usual and threw a blanket of monotonous thoughts over the memory of my dream.
Today felt like any other day, I woke up, went to work, came home and decided to go to a friends house. I don't have a license so I catch public
transport. I got on the bus to make my way up town, opening the book I'm reading so the time passes quicker.
Around three bus stops along the way the words in my book started to blur, and no matter how hard I try the words just can't be read, I close my book
and look out the window to my right. Standing on the road beside the slow moving bus was a man, I never saw his face, but he was dressed far too fancy
for the suburb I live. The man proceeded to pull out a handgun (which in Perth is not a common thing in suburbia). He shot three times, two of the
bullets flying through the shatter-proof glass into the chairs adjacent to me, and the third bullet colliding with my skull. The noise was so loud,
everything was so dark, and I was so confused.
I look up, see the three holes in the window and touch my head. No hole.
Everyone on the bus is looking at me like I was the one who smashed the window, until someone screamed "Those kids threw bricks at the bus!" as they
pointed at some children no less than one-hundred metres away.
Now, I'm not sure about other children from other areas, but I'm sure as hell certain that no kid can throw a brick that far, and I am more certain a
brick couldn't make the holes in the window.
I have no idea what transpired today and I am utterly perplexed. I have a few theories, but I feel that they could sway the conversation negatively,
though I'll be happy to elaborate upon request.
I'm not sure what I'm looking for by posting this, I just feel that I need to tell someone, and who better suited then the brilliant minded members of
ATS. Any theories or speculation would be greatly appreciated.
(Ps. I apologize for the terribly edited wall of text. I am on my phone, as per usual, and the mobile site differs slightly.)
edit on 30-9-2015
by Th3D0Ct0R because: manners
edit on 30-9-2015 by Th3D0Ct0R because: (no reason given)