dreamed of being shot in my right armpit/breast by no one at all. i was dying but brett needed to talk to someone first and then i had to go take a test to keep my job. afterward, i waited in a communal tent for someone to realize i hadn’t been to the hospital yet, just laying back, feeling the pain, still bleeding, playing this song in my head over and over, thinking “well, i’ve lasted this long.” woke up with a random bruise on my forehead.