I've been having these reocurring dreams lately. Actually for the last few months. Every night I have a dream where I'm back at First Baptist School in Texas. Usually I'm just walking around and looking at things. I'm the only student in the school who's 22 years old. But that's not the weird part. Actually, I'd feel guilty and embarrassed about it but as the dreams and nights progressed I got used to it.
Last night, however I was still at First Baptist however there were other people around me in a small room holding a pistol. I was there in the room as a student and everyone else were murderers. I sat there as every one of them put the pistol to their head, one by one, and shot themselves. They seemed so happy before they finally died which was about 30 seconds after they pulled the trigger. Some tried to tough it out and resist dying while others merely faded away. But everyone who shot themselves seemed happy. And that was what disturbed me in the dream. Not the fact that they killed themselves off but their happiness in doing so. For the rest of the dream I wandered around the campus in shock. Not knowing what to believe. Not thinking about anything. |
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