Jan 19, 2005 15:00
so i dreamt that i died. not just that i was dead; i felt myself die.
i was walking to my car in relative dark and golden shadows when i came across a fourteen year old boy (how did i know his age?) with a gun pointed at some other kids. nervous as to my own safety, i kept my stride and did not turn to mark his reaction until i had produced a key from my pocket. too late, or inevitably, he was standing next to me, the gun trained at my head. reporting that he would aim for my temple because it would hurt less, he pulled the trigger and i began to feel warm.
the sensation of burning and wetness is what i now associate with my dream-death. furthering the odd nature of this experience is the duration of my shock; i did not die immediately as one would suppose, but rather was able to walk into a house and recieve shocked and pitying stares from strangers.
i woke up feeling calm but rushed.
in other news, i got the job at walter reed. also, heather got the job at a law firm. the symmetrical nature of the outstanding events of our current lives amuses me. best friends have paralell lives? that has never been true for us, barring graduating high school/college.