I am going to share one of the most secretive experience I've ever had in this blog on hoping that I don't go throw it again.
I keep having this recurring dream, when for some reason I find my self in Baghdad, back home. I don't know how I got there or why, the dream just starts in a place. They are 7 places and on each time I get shot 7 shots from a Beretta pistol. I was shot three time by Mahdy Army militias, Twice by Alqaida members, once by a friend and once by a family member. the wounds differ every time, this time there were 2 inlets and outlets from my heap meat. They were big & hurting me and I can see them. I found myself in our old basketball club entrance, when I fumbled on the ground and the Mahdi Army militant who was following me shot me 7 times; 3 in my legs; 1 in my arm; 1 in the back back of my chest; 2 in the heaps. They ran away after they shot me like it was a deliberate assassination attempt, every one thought I was dead until a lady started to talk to me saying " Are you alive? ". Next thing I know I am in a hospital in London. Who I know I was in London? I saw flashes of some London style buildings. I was hurting and looking at my wounds on my heaps, I scream and woke up from the dream very very very thirsty like dying thirsty.
Every time I wake up frightened, screaming, and very very Thirsty. Last time was yesterday waking up this morning.
It is terrifying this kind of nightmares, quite frankly I stopped having them a very long time ago. These dreams comes every week or something.
I remember once my doctor told me to write my dreams down or speak them to someone or even speak them out loud even if it was for myself, they will go away.
So I am putting my trust in what the doc said hopping not to see this dream again.
I keep having this recurring dream, when for some reason I find my self in Baghdad, back home. I don't know how I got there or why, the dream just starts in a place. They are 7 places and on each time I get shot 7 shots from a Beretta pistol. I was shot three time by Mahdy Army militias, Twice by Alqaida members, once by a friend and once by a family member. the wounds differ every time, this time there were 2 inlets and outlets from my heap meat. They were big & hurting me and I can see them. I found myself in our old basketball club entrance, when I fumbled on the ground and the Mahdi Army militant who was following me shot me 7 times; 3 in my legs; 1 in my arm; 1 in the back back of my chest; 2 in the heaps. They ran away after they shot me like it was a deliberate assassination attempt, every one thought I was dead until a lady started to talk to me saying " Are you alive? ". Next thing I know I am in a hospital in London. Who I know I was in London? I saw flashes of some London style buildings. I was hurting and looking at my wounds on my heaps, I scream and woke up from the dream very very very thirsty like dying thirsty.
Every time I wake up frightened, screaming, and very very Thirsty. Last time was yesterday waking up this morning.
It is terrifying this kind of nightmares, quite frankly I stopped having them a very long time ago. These dreams comes every week or something.
I remember once my doctor told me to write my dreams down or speak them to someone or even speak them out loud even if it was for myself, they will go away.
So I am putting my trust in what the doc said hopping not to see this dream again.
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