dream journal 092519

Public bathroom, Hispanic guys. Like muggers were. Shot me in head. Two huge holes, bleeding, dizzy, cant talk clearly (blood in mouth?) Immediately start praying and preaching. DONT DIE. People freaking because I'm gushing blood but evangelizing instead of keeling over. Walk to state of Christ holding young girl; gold. Snowy? Crawl into his arms and say I'm ready to die here. But I still dont.

Kids, books, school? People filming me? News. I get shot in the head AGAIN, still don't die. But worried now, is this going to be a thing? Will I ever be truly martyred? I didn't want to be giving testimony every time I was lethally wounded, but never dying. It'd become canned.

Forget how I woke up.