Okay, so last night I had this dream that has stuck in my head since and still leaves me shaken.
It was so realistic, so vivid that I could feel so much about it.
It'd have been an interesting dream had it not been one where I was being strangled into unconsciousness...
There was this small dark gray room, maybe dimly lit by some lighting above, something was faintly buzzing, just myself and one other person there.
I bet by now all I'd need is to mention the word 'jackass' and it's obvious as to who I have a clear idea of...
Whether I was at his mercy or not... Certainly didn't take too well to whatever I'd said before.
Their hands around my neck, my lungs and face burning from the strain, pulse pounding in my ears, vision blurring and flashing and getting increasingly disorientated. My movement consisted of just scrabbling and clawing weakly at them in some attempt to free myself, in panic. Maybe by the end I was close to just giving up, just feeling waves of defeat running through.
If anything was said, I didn't hear it. Some sneer, some insult, it was lost.
But dear god was the room filled with fury.
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