what a fed up day... i am not going europe anymore cos of a stupid clash of circumstances... what a huge irritation esp w my mom but i shall not vent my anger on her cos im still harping on alot of past memories especailly those that occurred about 1 year ago... anyway back to more pertinent stuff... my horrible dreams are recurring... so i shall hopefully dispel another sleepless night w this narrative

It was just any normal day... i was down for night duty so i had to stay and i was just tidying up a consultation room so i could like find a spot to lie my aching back on... so tired and despite all the bright light around me my senses were quite dull and i didn't realise the room light turning down and the door behind me was open... i collapsed to the floor under an intense stabbing pain... which i instinctively used my proprioceptive powers to feel for and there it was... a knife handle with my blood stained CSf running all over it... my legs still had motor function an thus i was about to pull myself up when i felt my tibia and fibula crack under the stamping motion of boots and before i could do anything, my other legs femur was sent cracking w a crowbar... pain yes and guess what im on my belly and i was obviously wailing in pain cos who in the world would do something so murderous to an intern working the night shift in the hospital... i never managed to catch a view of my assailant as my dulled senses and dim lights and the pain prevented any focused or concentrated effort to unmask his identity... i started crawling for the door but with every feeble crawl i make, i realise that i was merely wading in a growing pool of my own blood... the pain was unbearable and the fear was intense...as i crawled out of the room i heard the footsteps following me... making a mockery of my speed with their slow clicking sounds... i turned back to see that he was right up to me and with an instant flash of searing pain the knife in my back was plugged out... my head was mercilessly pressed to the ground and the the next few moments were punctuated with the knife blade weaving in and out of my posterior intercostal spaces... guess the spleen adn kidneys and liver were affected too but the stab wounds just unleashed a huge torrent of blood. holding me by the scruff of my neck, the would-be murderer turned me over on my back just as my life was ebbing away then he dragged me to the surgical theater and place me on a one of those operating trays... as the blood gurgled out of my mouth with resulting foam due to pleural penetration, i realised that i was draped in one of those green surgical cloths and with my last ounce of strength i pushed myself off the operating table and dragged my self into a corner holding a sugical knife as a las t form of defense... as the murderer approached me, he took out a gun and shot the hand i was holding the gun with and he shot my other arm next... then he came up to me and pointed the pistol at my glabella and sort of said something like... you deserved what you are getting now... i was begging for mercy cos i didn't know what was going on that could result in me ending up in such a state but there seemed to be no reason... so he cocked the pistol and i asked him to tell me who he is as a last wish and then in the midst of the request... i saw the face of somebody whom i know, who is so familliar whom i never imagined would kill me and then the trigger fired.

most of my dreams are quite pleasant so if something like this occurs its most probably prescient... anyway off to sleep now... will try to get a better dream today hopefully it doesnt recur again... sigh... y?


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