Whoa. I just had the craziest dream. My old best friend from Charlotte and his brother got into this crazy gunfight with me. They though I had wronged them in some way, and I ended up having to literally shoot and kill them both. I tried to convince them that whatever had happened wasn’t my fault, but of course it didn’t work. I woke up sweating, it upset me so much. Why do I keep having these crazy dreams where I’m forced to kill either a) myself, b) family or c) close friends?
Flying On Faded Wings
Bloggings of an extremely involved, futbol-a-holic, business owner, musician, Gooner, and lover of life and people. My life is crazy, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
