So most of my dreams are very violent, morbid, and depressing. They are often images of people I love dying, or the world coming to an end in a very Michael Bay fashion. Last night was no different, but I figured I should start blogging about it. I could use this as an outlet for when I am particularly freaked out.
This morning I woke up in a cold sweat next to Tony. I had just woken up from this dream that I lived in some small town next to a large body of water. I lived there with my family, but didn't see Tony there. I think I was a little bit younger, for some reason.
Anyways, we were all outside looking at the city opposite this large body of water, and all of the sudden the buildings start to crumble and fall. The city sinks into the body of water before my eyes in seconds. I mean, just annihilated. There were dust clouds and screams and everything. I had never been so scared in my life.
My family and I watch the news, and there is rumor it might happen to our city. I immediately begin to pray and call upon my sins. I ask for forgiveness on my knees. I lock myself in my bedroom and wait for the terrible feeling of sinking into the water below.
But it never happened. And I woke up. Yeesh.
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