October 18, 2005

Dying Again

I was moving into a hallway to my right, when I glanced them coming around the end of the aisle. They were to my left, and my weapon was at the ready. A round took one of them through his head before the rest dropped and let loose a shower of lead.

I quickly moved into the hallway, only to discover that there were only restrooms and a locked closet. Rather than move further into the trap, I sought to make my way back out into the store, and try to take them in the aisles. Though not very proficient firing off of my left shoulder, I moved my weapon to that shoulder so that I wouldn't have to expose most of my body before my weapon cleared.

I positioned myself for a quick peek, then popped my head around the corner. I saw the reddish glint from the coating on the optics, and tried to pull my head back around the corner. Two mosquitos stung me just over my left eye, as a sledgehammer impact pounded out the back of my head. I rolled back into the hallway, and watched the boots approach me as all else faded into gray...

Twice. Two times now that this dream has awakened me. Yesterday, I felt the impact on the back of my skull as I awoke. Today, I heard the snaps of the doubletap.

Wish I could remember a little more, rather than the last little bit of dyin'. Wonder what it's purpose is...

Posted by That 1 Guy at October 18, 2005 10:50 AM

Kind of scary, could it be a premonition? Are you the new victim of DOOM? On this nights are you drinking something other than beer---------hmmm

Posted by: Molly at October 18, 2005 12:13 PM

Doom? Nah... The "store" thing makes me think he's been playing Duke Nukem 3D :-)

Posted by: Harvey at October 18, 2005 01:54 PM

.. you need to shift back to gin, bro... lay off the meds....

Posted by: Eric at October 18, 2005 04:13 PM

That's unnerving - why are you dreaming about getting killed? Fix some other damn images in your brain tonight before going to sleep - read a funny book, or something.

Posted by: Barb at October 18, 2005 07:43 PM

Given the dreams of late, perhaps we both need to figure out what we need to quit eating or drinking. Then again, if you want a real nightmare: Andrea Dworkin in a tutu...

Posted by: Laughing Wolf at October 19, 2005 06:39 AM

I had a similar dream once, where I was shot in the forehead with a .357 while standing in my Dad's bedroom. I felt the bullet rip apart my head, and I felt my body hit the floor as everything went black and numb.

When I woke with a start, my head hurt where I was "shot". Freaky...

Posted by: Graumagus at October 20, 2005 04:28 AM

A very rich dream. What is hidden in the closet of you? A hall way full of restrooms...places to relieve one's self. Your inner warrior is protecting you and fighting the battle. Getting stung and hit from behind..can't have your guard up all the time now,can you? Dreams are only symbols nothing to fear but fear itself. You always have great dreams. Explore them they are telling you something.

Posted by: d at October 20, 2005 08:53 AM