This makes two dreams I've had recently that I've remembered once I've woken up. I never remember my dreams.
Well.. riight. Anyway.
I was walking down the street.. and I saw this little kid. He was in a house.. normal house in the area. Old victorian.. old chainlink fence around it, about 4ft tall. He was being pushed around and hit by some guys right inside the front door.
He ran up to the fence.. the corner of the fence where I was standing and asked me for help. No words though.. (thinks about it) there was definately the sense of communication.. but nothing was said.
I asked him where he lived (Again.. no words.. just the sense of communication).. and went to lift him up and out of the fence so I could get him home.. but the guys saw me.
They came flying out.. around my age.. little older. One came up to me and was really combative.. (grin.. I would say yelling.. but still no actual sounds).. I started yelling about this only being a little kid. He made a smug remark.. and pulled out a 9mm.
I just looked at him and knew I was dead. No fear. Just understanding. Some time passed.. but the conception of how much time was foreign.. it was just time.
I never felt the bullet. I just knew it hit me in the head.. there was ringing.. I never felt anything. I know I fell back.. to the ground.. but only because I saw it. Then just everything slipping away.. fading. It had the same pull as nodding off when you're impossibly tired.. but with a measureable feeling of loss. Like losing a glass of water to the ocean.. except you're the water in the glass.
Damn that was a vivid dream. It was so real.. I still don't have any strong emotions about it.. it was just strange.
(grin) Well. At least it wasn't as disgusting as the smoked liver dream.. I'm never eating Lox again.