Keep Breathing.

Yesterday I had an awful dream. I went to bed frustrated, uncomfortable and in pain, and was in the same state in my dreams. I remember being flustered and frustrated as I tried to get somewhere because I promised someone I'd be there. As I asked people for help, everyone left me high and dry to fend by myself. I finally, after struggling for what felt like hours in my dream, got to the place I needed to go, only to find that everyone who I asked for help to get to this certain place were all there. I was so frustrated, but they seemed mad at me. Now as I write this, I realize this is a common feeling I have throughout my week. People letting me down and then I find out they just had bad planning skills, or were inconsiderate of anyone's feelings but their own and I feel like I have no right to be angry. But then,

The dream switches over to a house I don't know. I'm with people I know, but I can't make out their faces, I don't recognize them. All of a sudden, a man with a scruffy beard and a red t-shirt with a bunch of other people bring out guns and tell us to get into this little room. So there we are, all these people I know, but don't know, waiting to die. We knew we were going to die. We all decided we would stick it out together, but I turn my back for a second and the big group turns from 10 or so people to 3. One boy and one girl and me. All of a sudden the guy with the gun says he's coming in. We know we're about to die. I have this unexplainable feeling of horror and sickness. But I'm not freaking out. I'm almost relieved. It's time. It's okay, I'm ready. I think to myself. No more let downs, no more struggles and moments to fall short. But the guy with the gun never does come in, so the boy and the girl and I walk out, to see what's happened, and we find our killer sitting on the couch eating chips and watching t.v. where he then says "I was just kidding". Even death let me down.

All we can do is keep breathing.