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I had another fight or flight dream this morning. They are my favorite strickly for the rush they give me even as i sleep.

I was at a friend's home and was attacked by a male. Dark short hair, 5'11, armed with a knife. He backed me into the sliding door facing the back yard and stuck the knife through my right side.

I felt everything.

It felt like i was getting a big piercing.....in my side O_o.....anyways...

He told me that he knew someone was in the yard waiting to help me, so if i would just lean forward and let the blade go all the way through he would open the door and let me go.

I believed him only because i wanted the person who was there to "Help"...to come save me.

I leaned into the blade and thisw time it hurt like a bitch, he withdrew it and opened the sliding door.

I tried to run but only made it onto the patio by the steps before collapsing.

The 'friend' who was there to help ran up the garden towards me.

I could feel the blood drainig from my body and when i tried to talk to him, blood filled my mouth. I could taste it...it was thickewr then i had imagined, and hard to swallow. I didnt feel cold but i felt lighter.

The man just stood over me not helping. It was then i realised he was jt there as an accompliss...God damn. He picked me up and dragged me into the house.

I ended up fighting them both off...and gettin away..apparently i had healed to full health...

anyways..in the end there was only one of them and i ended up cornered against the sliding door again.



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#I know what this dream means now...looking back.

But at the moment in time when i wrote it down all i could concentrate on was the pain i had felt, and the taste and feel of blood in my mouth.

Nothing was as i had expected it.

For one thing....i cant imagine anyone actually drinking blood and having it quench their thirst as it was so thick and near impossible to swallow, almost like a clog in the back of your throat. It didnt taste overly metallic...but...maybe faintly so.

The feeling of complete vulnerabilty was absoluetly calming...even in such a tense and sticky situation. There was nothing i could have done for myself....I was at the mercxy of the stabber, and the 'helper'.

I fought in the end, but only after i had been defeated.

I fought in the beginning but made a dumb stupid decision just so someone else could save me.

Well that is something to think about...