Ugh.
I dreamt that I died. I got shot in the head by...I don't even know who, but for some reason, even though it was at point blank range, the wound was hardly visible. The strange part happened in that even though I should have just died and that was it, I was still there. I was refusing to pass on, so I was still there and moving around and doing the same things as a normal person, but I was getting more tired and tired and as time went by, I had the feeling that if I went to sleep, that was going to be it; I'd never wake up. So I was staying awake as long as I could.
I don't remember much else about what happened afterwards, other than this intense fear and being afraid to tell my friends online "hey guys, I'm dead, I'm going to completely pass on soon and I'll be gone". It was terrifying. I didn't want to die (well, disappear, since I was already technically dead). I didn't want to leave so many people behind.
The last thing I remember was being outside of my mom's house, packing some of my possessions in my stepdad's SUV and sorting out some 'paperwork' over the phone. Then I went on my phone's AIM and was desperately trying to scroll down to tell Hebe before I completely disappeared, and then I woke up.
God.
::goes to play Harvest Moon to try to clear her mind::
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