Tuesday, March 20, 2007

I got murdered last night.

In my dreams.

I am one who vaguely remembers my dreams. Somehow, even though I would remember vividly every minute detail the moment I wake up, everything would be lost once the grogginess dissipates.

Anyway, the gist is, I felt like an actor in a B-grade horror movie. Was walking around in a building, and each time I opened a door, the same guy would walk through, take a look at me, and then walk on. However, for the last time, he lunged at me, and stabbed me in the left gut.

I could actually feel the pain from the blade. And I think I died after that.

Maybe I should start looking at dream analysis.

Gv complained @ 8:17 PM

{xoxo}