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I Died

The other night I had a dream that I was sitting at a picnic table with some friends and I got shot in the back. I started to die. I became so heavy and I felt like something heavy was on top of me, like a cow or something unmoveable had fallen on top of me.

In my dream I was scared, I didn’t want to die, I felt like I had so much more to do with my life. Then I woke up.

Most of the time details in dreams fade, but sometimes they don’t, sometimes they stay with you almost as if you actually lived that moment in reality.

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