Where are you Myles?

Posted by Muzhik on Friday, January 09, 2009 2:03:09 AM

I miss you, my dear friend. Coffee never tasted quite so perfect as it did with you.How many dreams about death am I destined for, I wonder? I dreamt that I was shot to death last night, or actually this morning.... in terms of details, I did something that pissed someone off, and as a result I was killed for it. I was shot more times that I can tell you with a semi-automatic gun, or perhaps one of those ouzzie guns, something with rapid-fire. I was shot in a corridor by a trained killer, and in my dream, I felt only as though my life were slowing down. My eyes fluttered shut and I felt as though I were going into darkness. And what I was thinking as I lay there was of heaven and God. Peaceful in that respect, but I woke up quickly also for fear that i was really dying... Interesting dream. The man who gave the word was middle-eastern, sitting in a limo. I had been at the store in which i was shot with my mother and a little girl and my sister, looking at roses and trinkets. I had just found some trinkets that had hebrew on them. ONe of them had been a funny lord of the rings trinket. Dont know why. Anyways that was strange, and mostly it was strange that death was so peaceful despite its violence.