Tuesday, 5 January 2010

rêveiller

I dreamt that I got shot. Apparently I was against some governmental thing (sounds like me anyway) and me and some friends (can't remember who) were standing with our hands in the air and soldiers were pointing guns at us. You know, the big ones that soldiers have. The one who pointed his at me either was, or looked exactly like, Matt Damon. (Yes, I know.) I moved a little and he told me not to. Then I lowered my right hand and leaned against the ground - to sit down - and he shot me. I saw him pulling the trigger and I heard the bullet being fired and I felt it hit the left side of my chest, right where my heart is. I slumped down on the ground and he looked completely horrified. I never saw any blood, but everyone stared at me so I think it was visible. I didn't feel cold, only very warm and I could sort of feel my life slipping away. I was just going to sit down... I told him. He looked even worse after that. Why isn't anyone helping me? At that point someone ran to call an ambulance but I knew they'd be too late. I tried to speak again but it just came out in very low whispers. Why isn't anyone putting pressure on the wound? The guy who shot me moved towards me when I said that - like it awoke him from a trance - but I never saw him get close enough. I died before that.

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