Chair Shot To The Head

How am I supposed to try and move past when I dream about her every night?

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A lot of the dreams I have, always seem so real. Like it's an alternate universe that I'm visiting every night when I close my eyes. Some visits I can recall, others remain behind a vail of secrecy. Only small hints are revealed, from time-to-time.

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Last night, at some point, I must've inexplicably received a chair shot to the head. (For those unfamiliar, it is exactly like what it sounds like.) This is something that I do remember from a past dream. It was a couple of years ago. I had one of my few "wrestling dreams" (I know I'm going to catch flack from this admission.) and in the dream, I'd received a chair shot to the head. A real nasty one. I never got my hand up to lessen the blow at all. I remember in the dream, my forehead opening up like a piece of fruit getting crushed, and the blood pouring out moments later. I can only imagine a similar occurence in the dream I had this morning. For when I awoke this morning, I noticed in the bathroom mirror, that like the dream I had before, this time as well, I had a dried trickle of blood running from my hairline down to my upper lip. A crimson stream that had dried on my face, defying the laws of gravity in the sense that I don't sleep standing up. That if the event occurred in the position of which I sleep (on my side), the stream should've run off to either side of my face.

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F*cking weird, isn't it? Sometimes I rather enjoy the realism that some of my dreams possess. As in the statement at the top of this page. Though it makes me miserable, I still enjoy spending time with her... However, when there are so many unanswered questions when I awake, like the latter story, I don't enjoy the realism so much.

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I've woken up in the past with cuts, bruises, and alike. Just the other night, I received a sturdy punch to the face during a dream in which I was a witness to a crime. I was finishing up in a bathroom stall (I won't get into specifics). When some sort of drug deal was going down outside my stall. I remember not paying much attention, as I had my own agenda. However, when I exited the bathroom stall, it came as a shock to the players of the drug deal gone bad. I was immediately surrounded and the torturing interrogation began. Unanswered questions resulted in a few body shots (no bruises) and one earth-shattering right cross to my jaw, which still f*cking hurts. It's even a little swollen still.

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These dreams I can do without. Now if you'll excuse me... I have to go wash the blood off my face. Have a nice day!!