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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.

By Evan Stark

Eddie Renz is an avid fan of Egyptology, Wilbur Smith and bacon. Not a fan of humility but often finds himself humbled when he is around people who understand numbers like the Fibonacci sequence and Pi.

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