mrbubblewarp

I had an odd dream this morning that I'm still deciding if it meant something or not.

I can only really remember the end of the dream... I was in some kind of special ops group. the bad guys found us and were coming after us. They were on me fast and I couldn't get away, so I played dead and reached into my pocket to get.....FUCK there was no gun and I could have taken out 3 main bad guys. So playing dead...slow shallow breathing eyes 1/2 open. they didn't buy my playing dead and shot me in the hip 2 times. I didn't flinch..I had detached my feelings from my body adn it was the only thing keeping me alive. Next I know I'd been rescued and was in some resort with my wife(?). There was some super rich person that I guess liked the idea of having someone play dead for them. the conversation between my "wife" and I...

Wife :"...so lets get going, he's going to pay us well."

Me: "I don't want to go. My hip hurts and I don't want to play dead anymore!

(limping along with a cane I slowly keep up with her as she moves towards the lobby)

Wife: "you're being stupid, come on. we're going."

Me: "The only reason I'm still alive is because of playing dead! I'm fucking here because I played dead!! Don't you get it?! I'm fucking DONE playing dead!

Wife: (said something I can't remember but I fallowed her)

(in the middle of the lobby there is a muddy over grown stone path that she leads me to. she walks the path with ease and is 1/2 way through as I fall at the beginning of the path. my face muddy)

Me: "Where the fuck are you leading me?"

(looking around I can see that I could have just walked around the muddy path. Standing up I start to take the easy route.)

And then I woke up...
So, yeah. the dream is telling me something. I remember yelling "I'm fucking here because I played dead!! Don't you get it?! I'm fucking DONE playing dead!" So clearly that I'm surprised that I don't have a sore throat.

so um... I guess I'm done playing dead now. Hope to be seen among the living soon.