Date: 10/18/2016
By tbboomer
I didnt beg for my life. I just accepted what was happening. A dark figure was holding a cold black gun to the left side of my head. I felt sad and more helpless than ever before. The dark figure pulled the trigger and instantly i felt a cold dark opening. I lost all control over my body and fell onto the pavement. I couldn't hold my eyes open. I could feel warmth and life drain from me. And then i woke up. It was the most realistic dream i've ever had.