sobre la muerte y los sueños
Everything happened in a strange room, not very big, but not too small. Remember bed, I stood beside her. And I remember the chair, where "vzhavshis" in the back, clutching his knees to his chest were two people: an adult and a child. I realized: I have now ubyut, as well as the man with whom I came here. What was his name ... Oh, yes, his name was Gordon, and he was already dead. His dead body was lying on the floor, he was not breathing. And I understand that now I ubyut, not for that, just because I knew that Gordon, because I was with him. In my shot, I think twice in the ribs. I was lying about beds, but still breathing and was in the mind. I've heard in addition to my murderer, the room has another man. Apparently it was he who said the killer, I'm still Breathe ...
I was seized with a terrible, terrible feeling of fear. I knew I was dying, my body grew cold, I felt as the blood flows, how quickly I was losing blood, how quickly left me strength. But I really wanted to live, more than anything else I wanted to live at least a little bit more, even a minute, a few seconds. If only they did not kill me, but would not shoot again, the last time. I so wanted to live. When they turned me, I tried to persuade them not to shoot, wait because I'm still going to die, I'm asked to give me a little bit more time. I so wanted to live.
When I woke up, the clock was already nine in the morning. It's time to go to work, I opened mac, typed in google "interpretation of dreams" and is satisfied with the first explanation - "If you dream of your death - you'll live happily ever after with someone you love."
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