Right now I have a headache, the pain in my stomach is acting up once again, I am anxious about the fact that I haven't received my lease from the new management company and the lease is up on Friday, lately I haven't been sleeping very well. Yes, the woman who's running the rental company has given me numerous assurances that she would send my lease over last week but it never appeared. All of this is magnifying my anxiety and other demons.
One guy stood out, big Irish guy wearing green. He pulled out a pistol and started shooting at me. Two bullets hit my chest leaving me stunned. I looked down and saw that they punched holes through my shirt but I was unharmed. Feeling pretty invincible, I ran him down and wrestled the gun out of his hand. He started running away and began a game of hide and seek. Eventually he turned up, hiding behind a wrought-iron fence and cowering in knee-high yellow grass. When I aimed the gun at him, he realized he was caught and started bawling like a baby. He went down like a sack of potatoes and didn't come back up.
Reckon I really wasn't that immortal or invincible. Thinking about the dream during the day, I figured I got lucky and the bullets only hit my ribs.
