This Stopped Being Funny A Long Time Ago
i had a dream last night:
that i walked my ex-girlfriend to work. it didn't really make sense where she worked...it was like an amalgam of st louis and bloomington, and i was confused...but she seemed to know where she was going. on the way there we stopped at osco and she bought shampoo. as we walked further she explained why things didn't go well with us, and how if it was her choice we would start over...and be happy. i didn't completely agree, but certainly it got my hopes up a bit. after dropping her off at work, i got in my car (yeah, my car was at her job) and drove to Borders to apparently buy a book on mending broken relationships.
the trip to Borders was through the country (via 28 Weeks Later), and at one point i noticed two gang banger kids off to my right in the field. basically as soon as my eyes focused on them, i noticed they were pointing a gun at me. i was shot at at least 5 times, and hit in the stomach twice. i stopped the car and got out and laid on the side of the road (i think there was an angry dog there too, i cant remember). i laid there and laid there, forever...blood soaking through my shirt and pooling in my cupped hands. The bleeding didn't last for long (for some unknown reason), and i crawled to my car and changed my shirt so i hadn't obviously been shot. the pain was absolutely terrible, and every time i moved i could feel the chunks of metal in my gut. I realized that i was late to pick my ex girlfriend of from work, so made my way back to where we were before (which was in a totally different location then where i dropped her off by the way).
we drove home. i didn't say a word, just clutched my left arm over my stomach the whole time trying to hold in the searing pain. the only notice she made was that i wasn't smoking while driving and how much she appreciated it. When we got home, i sat on the couch...clenching my stomach, i could feel the bullets slowly moving through me making their way out my back. my ex-girlfriend sat about 2 feet away from me, on the other couch looking at her laptop. i sat there dying, and couldn't say a word to her about it.
- after being woken up out of this dream thankfully by the lovely miss katie gibson (many many thanks), i immediately went into the bathroom and threw up. the dream made me so fucking uncomfortable and nauseous that the first thing i did upon waking up was vomit. sure, taco bell from yesterday could have played a part.....but jesus fucking christ, i am so tired of this shit.
that i walked my ex-girlfriend to work. it didn't really make sense where she worked...it was like an amalgam of st louis and bloomington, and i was confused...but she seemed to know where she was going. on the way there we stopped at osco and she bought shampoo. as we walked further she explained why things didn't go well with us, and how if it was her choice we would start over...and be happy. i didn't completely agree, but certainly it got my hopes up a bit. after dropping her off at work, i got in my car (yeah, my car was at her job) and drove to Borders to apparently buy a book on mending broken relationships.
the trip to Borders was through the country (via 28 Weeks Later), and at one point i noticed two gang banger kids off to my right in the field. basically as soon as my eyes focused on them, i noticed they were pointing a gun at me. i was shot at at least 5 times, and hit in the stomach twice. i stopped the car and got out and laid on the side of the road (i think there was an angry dog there too, i cant remember). i laid there and laid there, forever...blood soaking through my shirt and pooling in my cupped hands. The bleeding didn't last for long (for some unknown reason), and i crawled to my car and changed my shirt so i hadn't obviously been shot. the pain was absolutely terrible, and every time i moved i could feel the chunks of metal in my gut. I realized that i was late to pick my ex girlfriend of from work, so made my way back to where we were before (which was in a totally different location then where i dropped her off by the way).
we drove home. i didn't say a word, just clutched my left arm over my stomach the whole time trying to hold in the searing pain. the only notice she made was that i wasn't smoking while driving and how much she appreciated it. When we got home, i sat on the couch...clenching my stomach, i could feel the bullets slowly moving through me making their way out my back. my ex-girlfriend sat about 2 feet away from me, on the other couch looking at her laptop. i sat there dying, and couldn't say a word to her about it.
- after being woken up out of this dream thankfully by the lovely miss katie gibson (many many thanks), i immediately went into the bathroom and threw up. the dream made me so fucking uncomfortable and nauseous that the first thing i did upon waking up was vomit. sure, taco bell from yesterday could have played a part.....but jesus fucking christ, i am so tired of this shit.
posted by matthew at 8:40 AM
2 Comments:
Oy, vey! This is pretty intense. I've had dreams from which I woke up crying, but this...wow.
Judging from the dream, it's probably a good thing that you broke up, but it looks like you need some closure.
Hey, me and my girlfriend had broken up for some time..two years to be exact, in those two years I had two dreams where I got shot and killed while driving her around/picking her up...till this day I have no f** clue what it meant, aside from the obvious pain of loosing her...
I've been with her three years more after that..sooo you never know.
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