The night is dark and full of terrors…

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I had the worse nightmare last night. Like, the kind you think is actual reality. Where the wind blows and you can smell and taste and feel. The kind that can absolutely destroy you and shake you to your very core. It feels so real you can hardly believe it was actually a dream at all.

I could not fall asleep at first, but once I did, I kept waking up—which made the nightmare all the worse. I finally fell asleep and although I cannot recall all the specific details, I do know I have been terrified like that on only a few rare occasions.

I do not remember specifically how, but I was shot. I knew it. The people I was with knew it. They did not get help or do anything really because they thought I was just going to die anyways. So they tried just talking with me. All the while I had a funny taste in my mouth and it was getting harder to breathe. It was not until I had so much liquid filling my mouth that I realized it was blood.

I could taste it. Like actually taste it. And there was pain. A lot of pain.
I have rarely felt a dream so real. It was terrifying. And no one thought I was worth even trying to save. They just sat there. Watching. Staring. Waiting for me to die like something exciting would happen.

Why would they not help??

Maybe even my subconscious knows I am not worth saving. Maybe this is some sort of a sign. This may be the okay to follow through…