Dreams
Horrible dreams. I haven't had nightmares like this in a long time. What in the literal fuck is going on? I just woke up but I had to journal this because it's fresh in my head.
I was going to work and as I pulled into the pub there was one of my co-workers I'll just use an initial M. Well, M. was walking into work from their car and out of nowhere this truck clips them as they are crossing the parking lot. The truck peels out and leaves without stopping. I rush over to M. but I try to get the numbers on the license plate but they are too blurry and far away. When I get over to M. their legs are broken and twisted. As I kneel over them, I feel something pressed to the back of my head. It's cold, it's metal, it's a fucking gun. All I hear is a voice telling me "If you help M., I will kill you." I tried to reason with this mysterious person. "Please, let me help M. PLEASE. They might die and you can just walk away. I haven't seen your face." I felt the gun pressed harder against my head, the barrel digging into my skull. The voice said, "I don't care. If you help M., I will kill you." I looked down at M. who is terrified and is in excruciating pain. I don't hear any sirens, all I can hear is M. sobbing in pain and the anger in this person's voice. I decided to try and take the gun away and when I turned to grab it from the person, the gun fired and I woke up.
I can still smell the powder of the blast...fuck that dream. Fuck it with a thousand dicks in the face.
I was going to work and as I pulled into the pub there was one of my co-workers I'll just use an initial M. Well, M. was walking into work from their car and out of nowhere this truck clips them as they are crossing the parking lot. The truck peels out and leaves without stopping. I rush over to M. but I try to get the numbers on the license plate but they are too blurry and far away. When I get over to M. their legs are broken and twisted. As I kneel over them, I feel something pressed to the back of my head. It's cold, it's metal, it's a fucking gun. All I hear is a voice telling me "If you help M., I will kill you." I tried to reason with this mysterious person. "Please, let me help M. PLEASE. They might die and you can just walk away. I haven't seen your face." I felt the gun pressed harder against my head, the barrel digging into my skull. The voice said, "I don't care. If you help M., I will kill you." I looked down at M. who is terrified and is in excruciating pain. I don't hear any sirens, all I can hear is M. sobbing in pain and the anger in this person's voice. I decided to try and take the gun away and when I turned to grab it from the person, the gun fired and I woke up.
I can still smell the powder of the blast...fuck that dream. Fuck it with a thousand dicks in the face.