Two nightmares in the space of one week is so tiring you know? The first one was all about spiders and the latest one was about this one psycho freak in a hospital.
I was walking alone down the hallway when I noticed this guy who acted suspiciously so I decided to keep my watchful eyes on him for a while and guess what; I noticed him sneaking and killing helpless patients in each ward one by one without being caught red-handed. So yeah basically I began to panic and wrote something down on my palm(I couldn't recall what I wrote) but I think it was to alert those people in the hospital about that psycho freak.
Things started to get worse when he stared me down from afar. I tried to escape downstairs but that guy caught and dragged me inside this one room and injected me with sedative. Helpless and weak, I ran outside and shouted for help. Two doctors were shot dead as they were trying to help. And then, that freaking guy came from behind and grinded my head with some kind of surgery tool so yeah in the end, I DIED.
I know overthinking is not ok, but I have this bad thought that the nightmare might be some kind of vision that I'm getting near to death. Idk why but that's exactly what I feel. If it's true, then I should start seeking for forgiveness in a form of scheduled blog post I guess. Yeah, a scheduled blog post sounds fine :)