It was only a dream.
Ok, my dream started off with me, I was sitting in my lounge room on a chair, and the sun was shining on from the left. There was a strange man in black, with a balaclava over his face, he gave off a frightening force, I couldn’t see who he was, and he had a gun. I was scared.
“Is your name Isabel V****?” He asked me with his gun pointing towards the ground.
“Yes, it is, why?” I asked, but I got no answer.
He said nothing, raised his gun, and shot me, in the head.
It was as though I could physically feel myself dying, I could actually feel my brain shutting down for good, and I was dying. I tried my hardest to not go, I tried to stay awake, but when I closed my eyes I knew it was over. My brain shut down, and then I died.
It was the worst feeling, I literally could feel it, and whenever I think about it I keep imagining death, I cant stress enough how real this felt to me.
So I was dead. My spirit was in my seat, I was dead, but it was like my spirit slowly got out of my chair, and walked out of the house. I was wearing the exact same clothes as I wore that day, but I was invisible to the living. My body was still in the chair in the primary universe, like somehow I had entered a parallel universe to ours.
I walked out of my house and exited the gate, it was there I was met with my grandmother who passed away in October, and she came to take me away. I gave her a hug and started crying so bad.
She asked me,” Is there anyone you would like to see?”
I repied, “Yes, I want to see my grandfather”. My grandfather passed away a few years back, and I haven’t seen him for a long time.
My grandmother and I walked around the corner of the block and she took me to my grandfather who was talking with other spirits.
I gave him a hug, I can’t remember if we talked or anything, I don’t think we did because he never spoke English and I couldn’t speak his language, but I did give him a hug.
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After this, I cut across to another scene.
I was at my home, as a spirit still, and I walked into my parent’s room at night, they were both sleeping, and my cat was there, I went in to see my cat and pat him, cuddle him and give him a hug.
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Then my dream cut across to another scene
I was with my brother, who was not dead, but it was like i was talking to him, and it was like I wasn’t even dead, but I was dead at the same time, and I was talking to him. I said something like
“Yeah, Heaven is ok; I mean it’s not that bad”
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Then my dream cut across to another scene.
I was by myself, as a sprit, and I was thinking about the things I was capable of now.
I was really upset that my life was taken away from me at such a young age, and I hadn’t brought anything creative or spectacular to the world.
Then I got thinking about Kurt Cobain, I though about him, and I said
“Oh God! I can go and see how Kurt is going!”
I was seriously going to meet Kurt Cobain, in heaven; I was even going be as stupid to ask him what happened. I was happy, I had something to look forward to, I was nervous.
But I never got there.
I woke up, and that was the end.
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I was completely confused with this dream, the randomness, and the parts that scared me.
I feel so sick even thinking about being shot in the head, because I felt myself dying, like a said earlier, I could feel the pain, there wasn’t much, but what there was, I was feeling it, and I was trying to not die, I was trying to stay alive, but my mind would have none of it.
I don’t know, I just had to get this out in the open, it was bugging me all day, all I could think about was being shot in the head all day, ive hated that feeling.
It also made me realise more about dreams. Sometimes you can be completely oblivious to what happened when you wake up, but you are still left with the emotion.
“Is your name Isabel V****?” He asked me with his gun pointing towards the ground.
“Yes, it is, why?” I asked, but I got no answer.
He said nothing, raised his gun, and shot me, in the head.
It was as though I could physically feel myself dying, I could actually feel my brain shutting down for good, and I was dying. I tried my hardest to not go, I tried to stay awake, but when I closed my eyes I knew it was over. My brain shut down, and then I died.
It was the worst feeling, I literally could feel it, and whenever I think about it I keep imagining death, I cant stress enough how real this felt to me.
So I was dead. My spirit was in my seat, I was dead, but it was like my spirit slowly got out of my chair, and walked out of the house. I was wearing the exact same clothes as I wore that day, but I was invisible to the living. My body was still in the chair in the primary universe, like somehow I had entered a parallel universe to ours.
I walked out of my house and exited the gate, it was there I was met with my grandmother who passed away in October, and she came to take me away. I gave her a hug and started crying so bad.
She asked me,” Is there anyone you would like to see?”
I repied, “Yes, I want to see my grandfather”. My grandfather passed away a few years back, and I haven’t seen him for a long time.
My grandmother and I walked around the corner of the block and she took me to my grandfather who was talking with other spirits.
I gave him a hug, I can’t remember if we talked or anything, I don’t think we did because he never spoke English and I couldn’t speak his language, but I did give him a hug.
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After this, I cut across to another scene.
I was at my home, as a spirit still, and I walked into my parent’s room at night, they were both sleeping, and my cat was there, I went in to see my cat and pat him, cuddle him and give him a hug.
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Then my dream cut across to another scene
I was with my brother, who was not dead, but it was like i was talking to him, and it was like I wasn’t even dead, but I was dead at the same time, and I was talking to him. I said something like
“Yeah, Heaven is ok; I mean it’s not that bad”
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Then my dream cut across to another scene.
I was by myself, as a sprit, and I was thinking about the things I was capable of now.
I was really upset that my life was taken away from me at such a young age, and I hadn’t brought anything creative or spectacular to the world.
Then I got thinking about Kurt Cobain, I though about him, and I said
“Oh God! I can go and see how Kurt is going!”
I was seriously going to meet Kurt Cobain, in heaven; I was even going be as stupid to ask him what happened. I was happy, I had something to look forward to, I was nervous.
But I never got there.
I woke up, and that was the end.
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I was completely confused with this dream, the randomness, and the parts that scared me.
I feel so sick even thinking about being shot in the head, because I felt myself dying, like a said earlier, I could feel the pain, there wasn’t much, but what there was, I was feeling it, and I was trying to not die, I was trying to stay alive, but my mind would have none of it.
I don’t know, I just had to get this out in the open, it was bugging me all day, all I could think about was being shot in the head all day, ive hated that feeling.
It also made me realise more about dreams. Sometimes you can be completely oblivious to what happened when you wake up, but you are still left with the emotion.
Wow. That sounded heaps scary :[
I had this dream where I had a massive fight with my friend, like I was screaming at her and everything..and the thing was, I was screaming the stuff that I really felt at her whereas in real life, I'd never have enough guts to tell her how I feel.
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Emma !, January 26th, 2008 at 07:54:15am
I've been shot in the head in a dream before.
Walt., January 26th, 2008 at 06:48:31am
I think that seeing an alive one dying in your dream, is a good thing.
And when you see a dead one dying, it's bad.
brompton cocktail., January 25th, 2008 at 09:17:37pm
wow, that sounds like a scary dream=\
dreams are so hard to understand, i wish i knew what they ment.
Bubble Wrap., January 25th, 2008 at 06:20:59pm
Wow. o_o
Okay first of all, brilliant writing.
Second of all, death in a dream is not always a bad thing.
I have this little book all about dreams and... I can't find it right now.
But it says if you experience some form of death in you're dream, you may be entering a new stage in your life? Which is quite possible, with the new year and everything.
But your dreams are very interesting. Mine usually end up with me being part of a group and there's some kind of epic thing happening. It's weird.
ZootSuitRiot, January 25th, 2008 at 12:38:15pm