RANDOM Post #1

My Dream Last Night 

Last night, when I wasn't completing this assignment on time (sorry about that Professor, honest mistake!), I fell asleep watching Narcos with my friend. I love Narcos and we were rewatching the episode where Pablo Escobar is about to get captured. Every so often when I fall asleep watching a movie or TV show, my dreams will be inspired by whatever I was watching. As I started drifting to sleep I remember hearing a barrage of gunshots come from the TV, the scene where they kill Escobar. 

In my dream, it's nighttime and I'm at home, except it's not a house I've ever lived in before. It's a childhood friend's house. Her house had more windows than walls so you could see the outside super clearly. I'm hanging out with an odd group of people, but I don't consider that in my dream. There's my high school French teacher, the Trader Joe's cashier I saw earlier that day, and some other random people. I have this overwhelming sense of being in danger and I start freaking out about all the open windows. I tell everyone to get down, someone was going to break into the house. No one listens to me and I start trying to pull down all the blinds, a task that felt never-ending. Suddenly I see a group of guys walking towards the house, each one pointing a gun in my direction. I back away from the windows as they start shooting and I realize I'm alone, no one else is in the house anymore. Is this a set-up? I run to the garage thinking, I just need to get in the car and escape. Except the attackers are somehow already in the garage and we're shooting at each other. Where did I get a gun from? I start feeling bullets hit me and I crawl under my car. Then Pacho, my favorite character from Narcos, pulls me out from under the car and, sparing the gruesome details, kills me. 

While I was "dying" I remember thinking this isn't real. Usually, when I realize I'm dreaming I wake up, except for this time the whole thing restarted! It was like those movies where someone relives the day and gets killed differently each day. I don't remember how many times I died but when I finally woke up Netflix was showing that "Are you still watching" message and I was in red alert mode. For a couple seconds, I could literally feel my mind scrambling to figure out what was real or not. Was I shot? Is someone in my house? Am I still dreaming? Imagine that scene from Spongebob where he forgets his name, that was me. If you haven't seen it, it's pictured below. Knowing I wouldn't be able to fall back asleep soon, I got on Reddit and started reading into what it means to die repeatedly in one dream. 

I learned dying in your dreams isn't necessarily a bad omen but anyway, I'm thinking I won't be falling asleep to Narcos again anytime soon lol.