dreamt that I were my grandpa. we were on the road. it was a short ways from home. less than 5 minutes. my cousins and their family was there too. my sibling was with me. we were all trying to go home. and yet all we could do was talk, talk, and talk some more. panic, because we had somehow managed to get into some trouble. grandpa was saying it doesn't matter, we have to get home. everyone eventually listened to him. we were going. but suddenly, i had a vision, of blood. i took my mobile out of my pocket. i typed something into the search bar. the result was yes, often people shot and bleeding out will hallucinate about trying to reach "home" in their last moments. i blinked, clutching my rapidly unravelling body. i breathed a little laugh, thinking, they have finally put me down.
