3:41 am
plus sized black girl assassin
I knocked her out at one point earlier in the dream, can't recall why
I'm a dead man walking
She's after me with her ideological assassin network to kill me for that and saying something offensive to their agenda
I experience the feeling that I'm a dead man walking
A computer nerd (looks like boogie mixed with carl from aqua teen) has a spy network of his own and is willing to save me, matrix-style
I decline his offer, things will be fine
I quietly walk up the hotel stairs and go to bed in a darkroom in a cozy bed. it looks safe enough.
Quiet shot to the brain(enters slowly and cold from the top of my skull) as I sleep regretful and aware of my death for some fleeting seconds before I hit the mental desktop screen like its the main menu of my life
realize I can either accept it or wake up
3:43 am
awake, upset, write this down
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