Aptly, the file name for this is "The most OMG dream ever"
I really don't know what to say about it, besides it was one of my "real" dreams, you know, one of those ones you swear is happening, till you wake up.
I was seeing this guy, real sweet guy too, and I'd say he was a hemophiliac but he wasn't really, he'd just bleed badly, randomly, and have to go to the hospital... and I go one day, and he's at the car (some old thing, we lived near a forest) and he's leaving and I ask him why and he says he has to go away for a bit and i ask if I can go and he says no. he's wearing dark things, which he usually doesnt, so I can't tell if he's bleeding or not until he suddenly doubles over in pain and i beg him to let me take him to the hospital and he says no, his way is better and I remember him saying something about a bullet to the base of his spine and I managed to talk him out of it
Then.. I remember it was a good year and nothing really happened and he'd bleed a little sometimes, but nothing really bad.... and things were good and he was sweet and I forgot a bit that it could be bad.... and that was the cool part, and then we were out one day..... and it started again... just a bit, we could get him home and down and it would be okay, but then someone was threatening someone at our gas station, so I got out and then he got out, and it was worse than before he was crying and I was telling him we had to go to the hospital but he wouldnt listen. I got the mean person to leave the other person alone and shoved him back into the car... I looked on a map to find the hospital I always took him to, someone was with us then in the car I'm not sure who... I drove there and he didn't want to go to the emergency room but he was bleeding bad, it was starting to come from his mouth too.... I took him to the emergency room and they made us wait outside in the waiting area until he called for me... I dont know if by then he still was bleeding, or if he'd lost so much it was too late to save him, but whatever it was, he was dying and we both knew it. I couldn't cry yet, I don't know why.... but then we were talking and he told me he was glad I made him go there, he was feeling better now.... and I sat at the edge of the bed and held his hand until he told me he was scared and wanted me to hold him and I did and then we talked a bit more, and he told me he wanted to kiss me before he went away and I did and then he said thank you..... for everything, for being there.... for treating him normal even though he wasnt, for making him go to the hospital, for stopping him from killing himself..... and then I was just holding him and then he died and I still didn't cry and I walked back out into the waiting area and the person with me was crying and I was holding them saying it would be all right. And then I woke up.
I was seeing this guy, real sweet guy too, and I'd say he was a hemophiliac but he wasn't really, he'd just bleed badly, randomly, and have to go to the hospital... and I go one day, and he's at the car (some old thing, we lived near a forest) and he's leaving and I ask him why and he says he has to go away for a bit and i ask if I can go and he says no. he's wearing dark things, which he usually doesnt, so I can't tell if he's bleeding or not until he suddenly doubles over in pain and i beg him to let me take him to the hospital and he says no, his way is better and I remember him saying something about a bullet to the base of his spine and I managed to talk him out of it
Then.. I remember it was a good year and nothing really happened and he'd bleed a little sometimes, but nothing really bad.... and things were good and he was sweet and I forgot a bit that it could be bad.... and that was the cool part, and then we were out one day..... and it started again... just a bit, we could get him home and down and it would be okay, but then someone was threatening someone at our gas station, so I got out and then he got out, and it was worse than before he was crying and I was telling him we had to go to the hospital but he wouldnt listen. I got the mean person to leave the other person alone and shoved him back into the car... I looked on a map to find the hospital I always took him to, someone was with us then in the car I'm not sure who... I drove there and he didn't want to go to the emergency room but he was bleeding bad, it was starting to come from his mouth too.... I took him to the emergency room and they made us wait outside in the waiting area until he called for me... I dont know if by then he still was bleeding, or if he'd lost so much it was too late to save him, but whatever it was, he was dying and we both knew it. I couldn't cry yet, I don't know why.... but then we were talking and he told me he was glad I made him go there, he was feeling better now.... and I sat at the edge of the bed and held his hand until he told me he was scared and wanted me to hold him and I did and then we talked a bit more, and he told me he wanted to kiss me before he went away and I did and then he said thank you..... for everything, for being there.... for treating him normal even though he wasnt, for making him go to the hospital, for stopping him from killing himself..... and then I was just holding him and then he died and I still didn't cry and I walked back out into the waiting area and the person with me was crying and I was holding them saying it would be all right. And then I woke up.