Heart beats & Street art

Date: 2/14/2018

I was sitting in someone’s living room, watching this tv program that was like question time but was more Scientific topics rather than politics. The panel was shouting over each other saying “I’m right, you’re wrong!”. The presenter pick a member from the overwhelming young audience to give their view but choices this really old Scottish lady. She gave her view about the topic but everyone around her started to shouted at her, saying “you don’t belong in our social!”. I felt really sorry for her, being shouted down and not able to freely speak her mind. Then I started cough up blood from my mouth. I could heard my heart beating faster and faster. (Note: I woke up from that point and check my heart rate. It was 130bpm.) Next scene: There was this lonely house on a street. I could hear shouting and arguments coming from the house. The sound of items being smashed. I slowly approached the front door of the house. I was about to open the door but everything just disappeared. I’m now in a foreign town with cobbled streets. A women, I recoiled, exits a shop and starts to make her way, down one of many paths. I began to run towards her but she was a lot further than I expected. I try my best to reach out to her and when I nearly held her hand, my legs just gave way and fell flat to the ground. Some kids came out on the street and started drawing on the cobbled path with chalk. I laid there still as they drawn around me, as if I was part of their street art.