3rd Intercostal Space and a .357 Magnum

I had a dream that you shot me, in the sternum by the level of the 3rd intercostal space, using a .357 Magnum. I didn't bleed, but it went well through the bone and I could still breathe as I sat there staring at the entry wound.

i was sitting on a cold ceramic floor while you were standing up. I'd rather marble than ceramic.

I was wearing a gray t-shirt, black jeans and green shoes, you were wearing a white t-shirt, blue jeans and were barefoot. Your hair grew out, you know I like how soft your hair feels.

Still no blood. I should've been dead by now, shouldn't I? And then I woke up.

P.S. I don't like grape flavoured candy, at all.


  1. it's...
    though i hope it wasnt real!!!!

    Love you!
    miss you!
    come visit my blog when medicine loosens the noose!


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