...you do not die if you get killed in your dreams.
Last night, I dreamed that I got shot in the head by a kid with a Glock. Straight shot, range of about 4 feet, and the bore I was looking down was definitely larger than 9 mili. Hit me just above my right eye. Little fucker came to rob me, and came up on me when I was in mid-reload with my 1911.
Pissed me off, since I dropped in the dream, and resurfaced in another dream. Kid was gone by then. But I'll remember him if I see him again.
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