Sunday, March 18, 2007

my head hurts

i got shot in the head.

i didn't expect it, and if you're a dream interpretor, please let me in on what the hell this means. i was at a big party on someone's lake front mansion property. some hoodlums came in and started shooting up the place. i was the only person who got shot. i had four bullet wounds that were not bleeding, just four holes on the right side of my rib cage. i didn't even notice.

thirty of us hid in a room and waited for the killers to leave. three guys came charging through the doors and me and two others tried to stop them. then it happened. the guy nearest to me pulled out a movie-sized pistol and put the it to my head. he pulled the trigger and my body slammed on the floor. i laid their waiting to die thinking, "so this is what it's like to die. this is what it's like to be dead". then i thought about it and realized i wasn't dead. either by some miracle or the guys terrible aim, i was still alive. as soon as it hit me that i wasn't dead, i woke up.

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Anonymous said...

hmm i dont know what to tell you other then maybe stay away from the liquor before bed

stacey said...

HA! Liquor before bed is ALWAYS good.

Hi Justin

Anonymous said...

Hunny please don't dream such horrid dreams. We don't know what we would do without you in this world.

jason shrontz said...

justin,

speaking of guns, do you, by chance, remember the australians? if my memory serves me correct, you had a broken leg, and some refugees were in the basement...

Anonymous said...

I guess some dreams may mean things, but at the same time I have given up trying to interpret them especially when I have good ones that don't come true ;) or creepy ones like when Jay Leno apparently annihiliated me and the rest of my family with machine guns that my brother dreamt. So..yeah. Just continue to watch your back and have a good week!

ASHER said...

yes, the bloody aussie's. i do remember trying to run from them on my crutches! remember how we got caught running out the back door?

jason shrontz said...

damn aussies.