Well here's the deal: I don't remember every part of my dream but I do remember bits and pieces that make me wonder if I'd be better off forgetting about all of this... So I had dreams in that time, but they all started in the same place. I'm in a hallway, there's no windows or anything and everything is lit by bright white lights. There are stacks of boxes on either side of me, I opened a few of the boxes and inside these boxes are papers, I looked at a few of them and they just seemed to be lists of names (I don't remember any of the names), some of the papers were also covered in blood. There was graffiti on the walls, mostly my name again but also peoples names along with dates, all written in blood... This time I recognized one of the names, it was one of my old friends Brian... He's been dead for about 6 months, is it really my fault that people died around me? Did I have more to do with their deaths than I remember? If I really am the reason they all died, then do I really deserve to live? Either way now I'm feeling depressed again so I guess I'm out.
Good luck and stay safe,
Migz.
