aNd If I dIe BeFoRe I wAkE i PrAy ThE lOrD mY sOuL tO tAkE

I had a really creepy dream last night. Of course, I didn't notice how creepy it was when I first woke up. Because well I wasn't really focused on it. But later on (like in sixth period) I began thinking, actually thinking, about it and I got some chills down my spine.

But in my dream I was just sitting in this room. A room of essentially nothingness. There were no walls, floors, roofs, paint, furniture or noise of any sort. No nothing. Not one little thing. And I'm just sitting there slumped up against air or something. And the next second I look down and I see that my stomach is cut open. No blood or anything oozing out but I can like see my organs and insides. I'm pretty sure if I peeled back the skin further I'd be able to see my beating heart. Just going bump bump bump bump and pulsing and looking all shiny and nice. Like it had just been polished. But I didn't pull it. I just stared at it for a second before I started sewing myself back up with a thread and needle. (Even I'm not sure where the needle and thread came from. It was just there.) Just in and out and in and out and in and out of the skin. All the way down to the bottom. Where I stared at it once more before I yanked it straight out. Like if you were yanking at a stubborn piece of string that had gotten caught. After I had just sewn myself all up. Nice and pretty like. And then. I started the process all over again. Fixing and breaking and fixing and breaking and fixing and breaking.

And then I woke up.