It probably doesn't mean anything.
I sat alone in a dingy club. Loud music muffled by restless thoughts and hidden in the fog created by the smokers. The lights near the stage flashed... but I didn't care. I tapped my fingers on the table in a rhythm unrelated to what was being played by the band. While in a slight daze, my eyes shifted towards a woman who was turned away from me. She seemed vaguely familiar. A build similar to mine, only tanned and more toned. Shoulder length, curly, auburn hair framed her face. As she turned her tattered pink skirt loosely followed her movements. I looked at her, trying to remember where I had seen her before. She emanated a strange beauty that I just couldn't place. Though she was dressed in torn pink clothes, her make-up was dark. A gothic quality to her miraculously being brought out even more by the bright clothing. She turned and looked at me. My jaw unhinged slightly as I looked at her neck... and the string wrapped around it. I couldn't tell if it was a guitar string or a piano string, but I saw it tightening. The blood began to trickle down her neck and chest. Piercing blue eyes stared into my own, and she said "When will you let me go?" I couldn't breathe. I gasped for air. I couldn't smell the smoke, I couldn't feel anything except for the panic creeping into my mind. I clutched my chest and continued to gasp. My eyes opened as I sat up with my mouth gaping. I inhaled deeply and looked out the window of my car. I had fallen asleep there, since I was avoiding being home. The day hadn't been particularly kind because of my own actions. And now... that dream. It scared me... it felt so real. But... does it mean anything at all?