Like a hole in the head…..

Last night, I was shot, in the back of my head.  Apparently I had been raped or something years ago, the guy who did it came back to finish me off.  He did this to 2 other females, the other 2 died somehow and he knew that I was the only real witness left.  He shot me and left and went back home.  He had 2 daughters and a newborn at home along with a wife.  He was living a double life.  I dont know where I was at when I got shot, I just started getting dizzy and a headache, I wasnt losing much blood, I sat there waiting and waiting for an ambulance.  After a few hours one showed up.  While waiting I was wondering who had found out yet and how they were reacting.  The guy in the ambulance casually put me on the stretcher asked me how I was doing and loaded me up.  "Has anyone called my mom yet" "I dunno" "well someone needs to call my mom" "I’ll find out and have someone do that"  He shut the door then got in to drive.  He was the only EMT.  He got on his cell and started calling his friends and such having normal conversations.  Taking his precious time.  I noticed he had wrote notes and such to his friends but he used wire, almost like a chain link fence.  So I was laying back there trying to pass the time by reading these notes.  When we get to the hospital I see my dad sitting on a bench outside.  He stands up says hello and I go into the hospital.  While I’m there the police inform me that because of DNA they had captured the guy.  He realized the cops were onto him and knew he was the one from my past so he decided to finish me off before I could identify him or something.  My sister was there and so was my nephew, everyone was sad because I was dying.  The hospital released me because I was dying and there was nothing they could do.  The next morning I awoke to a note from my mom "Dress nice and prepare for pictures I’m taking you to the zoo"  So I got dressed and started to wait for her, when she was taking too long I started to get angry I knew I didnt have much time to live "I dont want to be out all day and when I stand for too long I get a headache"  Next thing I knew I was at Josephs house.  Actually it was more like an office of sorts.  He and I are sitting on the couch talking while his stepmom (IRL he does not have one) cooks breakfast or something.  Then his mom comes in, we tell her whats going on and she goes to help the stepmom cooking. There were other people present but I dont remember who they were.  I needed to go the restroom, I saw what I thought was the restroom but wasnt sure so I didnt go, Joseph got up and went in there so I decided to wait.  I go back to the couch and my Aunt Becky is at the counter she tells me to come here and hands me a book to read to pass the time.  I start to read it but I’m reading really slowly, having a hard time.  Joseph comes back with a book and pushes a button and the book is read to him by the book itself, so I do the same for my book.  I then start to say my goodbyes to everyone because soon I will be dying from this gunshot wound.  Then, I wake up.  Nice crazy dream huh?!?!?!

Not much else to say.  I’m feeling a bit better today.  Thank goodness.  Perhaps the slump is easing up.  I might be back later with more to say if I think of something, for now, tata folks!