I had a dream last night that my family and I only had 45 minutes left to live before we just ceased to exist. I didn't know the setting, someones house, but I knew the time.... 8pm. We had until 8:45pm to do what we wanted.
I wanted to spend time with my family and hold them and cry because I didn't understand what tragedy had befallen us to take us to this point. Every person I went to though was too busy trying to get their affairs in order, I thought I should too. I felt so rushed, how do you prepare to end your life in 45 minutes?
I sat down at the desk in what was my old room in my old house on Chase Street. I grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and started to write Dear Bean....... but the pen was out of ink. I grabbed for the pencil but the pencil wasn't sharpened properly and wouldn't write either. I think the reason I was trying to write to Bean was because he seems to me a person that understands me and doesn't judge me at all. I guess I thought it was best that he got my goodbye letter because he could probably think of a good reason as to what happened to me and let everyone know that I love them.
Unfortunately I gave up on the letter because I could find nothing to write with. So I went over to my mom and began talking with her, I forget though what we talked about. Something in the way of, "I don't understand this either but life is a strange thing."
Near the end we all ended up in some sort of den or living room. We were all there, and while my family loves eachother more than anything else, none of us were touching or hugging. The time came and we were all sprawled on the floor. No pain. Nothing.
I was crying near the end because I love my family and could bare losing them.
I opened my eyes and we were all standing over our bodies. At first I was confused then I realized that I still had my family with me.... just not in the physical sense. I screamed with a happy glee and ran over towards my parents and my sister to give them hugs.
I look around and notice that now we are standing on the lawn of our old house on Halbrent in Van Nuys. This person come up to us with a mike in their hand and begans to tell us that this is a renovation show and that we are to oversee the renovation of this old house for a new family. We started in the backyard.... after that the memory of it all just kinda slipped until I woke up.
Glad I got that off my chest. Now I can work today without contemplating it all day.
-GrimmJuju
I wanted to spend time with my family and hold them and cry because I didn't understand what tragedy had befallen us to take us to this point. Every person I went to though was too busy trying to get their affairs in order, I thought I should too. I felt so rushed, how do you prepare to end your life in 45 minutes?
I sat down at the desk in what was my old room in my old house on Chase Street. I grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and started to write Dear Bean....... but the pen was out of ink. I grabbed for the pencil but the pencil wasn't sharpened properly and wouldn't write either. I think the reason I was trying to write to Bean was because he seems to me a person that understands me and doesn't judge me at all. I guess I thought it was best that he got my goodbye letter because he could probably think of a good reason as to what happened to me and let everyone know that I love them.
Unfortunately I gave up on the letter because I could find nothing to write with. So I went over to my mom and began talking with her, I forget though what we talked about. Something in the way of, "I don't understand this either but life is a strange thing."
Near the end we all ended up in some sort of den or living room. We were all there, and while my family loves eachother more than anything else, none of us were touching or hugging. The time came and we were all sprawled on the floor. No pain. Nothing.
I was crying near the end because I love my family and could bare losing them.
I opened my eyes and we were all standing over our bodies. At first I was confused then I realized that I still had my family with me.... just not in the physical sense. I screamed with a happy glee and ran over towards my parents and my sister to give them hugs.
I look around and notice that now we are standing on the lawn of our old house on Halbrent in Van Nuys. This person come up to us with a mike in their hand and begans to tell us that this is a renovation show and that we are to oversee the renovation of this old house for a new family. We started in the backyard.... after that the memory of it all just kinda slipped until I woke up.
Glad I got that off my chest. Now I can work today without contemplating it all day.
-GrimmJuju
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hehehehe.
its cold here :/