Last night I had a really vivid dream in which as you see in the title, I ended up killing myself in. ~~~~~~ It was a warm summer day, I was in the backseat of my mother's car with the window rolled down all the way. I gently stuck my head out the window, taking a deep breath and enjoying the nice weather. I brought my head back inside the car, continuing to look out the window at the countryside like scenery. Minutes passed as the car drove up and down hills, around sharp bends and finally stopping in front of a house. It was an old vctorian style home, with a wooden barn not too far from it, off to the right side. Putting the car into park, my mother turned around and said to me "Can you get out and look for a bathroom for me please, I don't think I can hold it any longer". I nodded my head in response and unbuckled my seat belt, then getting out of the car to go look for a bathroom. I could feel my heartbeat pick up as I looked around, somehow I knew that something was going to go very wrong within the next few minutes. I walked over by the side of the barn where there was a boy, being about 12 years old who just stood there smiling at me. "Um.. excuse me, do you have like a bathroom my mother can use" I asked awkwardly as the boys smile never left his petite and freckled face. "Pa, we have visitors" The boy yelled in the direction of the house. Seconds later a tall man, about 6'1 who wore overalls and a straw farmers hat, came out with a hand gun within his hands. My mother rushed out of her car and grabbed me, pulling me a few feet away from the man, terrified that he was going to shoot me. Out of the corner of my eye I could see another man coming towards us, who had come out of the barn. "What the hell is going on here" He yelled before the tall framers hat man shot him, right in his right eye. With and evil laugh the farmers hat man then pointed the gun at me and my mother, getting ready to shoot us before quickly aiming it at the other man who he had shot his eye, firing many shots and managing to shoot his other eye. The farmers hat man walked over to the guy that he shot and ( sorry this is gonna get really fucking gross) pulled his eyeballs out with his bare hands. Yet the man's eyeballs were attached to long strings. So the farmers hat man used that to his advantage, by tying the man's eyes together. Knotting them over and over while the man screamed for his dear life. The farmers hat man got up after completing his work, walking back to me and my mother. Leaving the other man screaming and bleeding out from his eye sockets, while his knotted together eyeballs dangling in front of him. The farmers hat man reloaded the gun, pointed it at me and my mother and said "Which one of should I kill, I only want one of you to die so that the other will have to live with the fact that the other one is dead". My mother was holding onto me for life, crying and shaking but I pushed myself off of her and stood in front of the man in the farmers hat, in confidence. "I want to die, either you kill me or you give me the gun and I'll kill myself" I spoke in full confidence. With a smirk he handed me the gun. Taking the gun in my hands, I carefully examined it before getting down on my knees, taking a deep breath and putting the gun to the right side of my head. My heart was pounding, my hand was shaking, my eyes were tearing up. "Goodbye Andy, Grayson, Ethan, Shawn, and everyone else. Goodbye cruel word. Goodbye" I choked out before pulling the trigger. ~~~~~~~ Then I woke up because every time, at least for me, when I kill myself in dreams I always wake up after I'm dead.
So yah... That was an actual dream that I had last night. Hopefully you didn't get too grossed out from it, because when I was in the dream experiencing all of this, I was honestly about to throw up because what the man I'm the farmers hat did to the other guy was so fucking gross.
That was dream death number 7. OOF.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
