Dreams about suicide are not fun.
Gosh, scary, and I wake up depressed and sad.
Weird, I dreamed I had killed myself, (along with other family, kind of a multiple suicide), with a bomb. It exploded but I woke up in my bed like nothing had happened.
I was so relieved.
But the house was different in a way. It didn't feel right.
When I made it back to my own room, I saw my body on the bed being worked on by doctors.
I saw another family member in the bed next to me with only one doctor.
I quickly realized they were dead and the doctor was just doing his final touches or whatever. He then rolled the body over off the bed into a bag.
He sits down and turns to me. "Well, that's one."
I look and still see my body surrounded by doctors and nurses.
I start to hope and pray they save me, but suddenly see them all put down their tools and step back.
A priest comes out of nowhere and starts giving me the last rites.
I get this sick sick feeling and feel like I'm starting to disappear.
And then I woke up.
And I feel quite strange.
(wasn't going to write all that out but felt it might be nice to document it before my dream fades out of memory)
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