i had a strange dream that night. i dreamt that i was robbed in my own house, and was shot in the head. left side. i didn't die though, was still walking around, not much blood. getting shot wasn't scary, or rather, i didn't remember it. it's death looming over your head that's scary. after that (in the dream) i was still walking around, doing my stuff as usual. my the bullet in the head was bothering me all the time. i keep remembering its presence, and no matter what i do, i need to plan for the in-case-i-die-after-this. you really don't know when you're just gonna drop dead. maybe when i'm free, i'll think about all the morals/principles/preachy stuff i can draw inferences from this dream. but i didn't like the bullet in my head. posted by Yee 12:01 PM . . .
