I woke up this morning thinking I got shot in the throat.
started off with me and my grandparents walking around what i'm going to say is general South America.
i've never been there so I wouldn't know, but I keep wanting to say Peru for some reason.
there are brick structures with black graffitti, grey dusty dirty rocky roads, it's very bleak.
i'm sorry to anyone South American, i'm sure it's beautiful, I don't mean to generalize.
it just had this feel to it, like I knew it was somewhere like that.
really in moments, things change, it goes from a market type atmosphere and starts to become very chaotic, and I become very fearful because i'm with
my grandparents, I rush them into the first building I see and lock them in the bathroom, telling them to stay put because it was too dangerous to go
anywhere. I wanted them to be safe.
I leave them there and venture through this building, presumably to find out what's happening, I turn the corner and there is a kid rummaging through
a locker. He immediately stops what he's doing and pulls a gun and fires. I run upstairs, and the first thing I can grab is a boombox (lol), I throw
it. He just walks up the stairs, robotically and shoots right at my throat, and I woke up.
No emotion at all from robot kid. Just a blank menacing stare and a killshot.
seriously messed up dream.
edit on 6-4-2012 by yourmaker because: (no reason given)