...today's dream...

So, last night i had a dream. Most of you know that I have insane dreams and I can usually remember them in full detail. Well this dream was kinda weird.

I was taking my mom to a spa to get pedis. I don't know why, we never do crap like that. Ever! So We are sitting and reading magazines. Waiting patiently to get serviced.

This man comes into the shop and shoots me twice in the chest. He rips open two other people's stomachs with bullets before he leaves. I was laying on the cold tiled floor looking up at my mom who is still reading the paper. I can feel the warm blood circulating my face as it flows freely from my body. I can hear the two other girls gurgling and choking for their last breath. I was confused as to why no one looked up. My own mother was disinterested and kinda annoyed. How could this be happening? Why wasn't anyone helping us?!?

Since I was the only semi-conscious one of the hurt I took it upon myself to drag myself up from the floor and try and get help. I was crying, balling. But my mom still didn't pull her eyes off the paper to notice. i could feel the blood dripping from my face. I tasted it's bitterness in my mouth. The sun was blinding my eyes. I held my hand up to cast some shade in my face. That's when my mom finally noticed me. She rolled her eyes and told me just lie down and stop trying to fight the inevitable. I could fill my lungs start quivering with the stress. I was refusing to just lay down and die. And for some reason I became painfully aware that it was annoying everyone around me.

That is when the voices started. I started listening in on everyone's thoughts. They were waiting for me to take my last breath. They were going to wrap all three of our bodies in plastic and weigh us down with bricks in a river. I struggled to my feet. The blood matted my hair to my face. The women were upset because of the blood specks on their clothes. Now I added fuel to their fire. They wanted me dead. Even my own mother.

I was able to reach for the door. I leaned on to its hot glass and pushed forward. Every step was another painful twinge in my chest. An elderly man was propped against a rail just outside. He was having a smoke break. Flicking his ashes, he noticed my presence with horror and disgust. He called the cops right away. But for some reason this did not give me comfort.
A chill went through my back when I heard the sirens wailing in the distance. I knew that they weren't coming to help me. The man was trying to comfort me, he could feel me pulling away and he urged against my escape. I used my body weight to push myself out of his arms. He called after me, but I just ran....Well as fast as my body could carry me.

Behind the concrete jungle of this town was a forest. I could smell the trees and the rain. The scent was soothing and inviting. I ran my fingers across the barks of the old trees. My blood was staining the leaves. All I was thinking about was, "If I am going to die, I want to leave my mark, on something beautiful." I eventually found a little nook under a tree. I laid myself down onto the brush and leaves and propped myself against the trees enormous roots. I was feeling safe, cool, and complacent. I hummed a tune, just to hear my own voice. if I could still hear my own voice then I knew I hadn't passed. It was the tune I have been singing since I was a child.

As evening fell, a maiden stood,
At the edge of a wood,
In her hands laid the reins,
Of a stallion,
and ne'er I seen a girl as fair,
Heard a gentler voice anywhere,
Whispered, "Alas..."
She belonged, belonged to another--
Another forever,
Yes she belonged to the
Twilight and Mist

I felt an ending to it all, this is when I opened my eyes.