Not As They Appear

Last night I walked through a mirror in my dream. I cut myself and was scared to death and tried to clean it with a near by roll of toilet paper. It wasn't good enough. I was still getting blood everywhere. When I looked around me as well, the world was turned around. I realized that my room was backwards. I couldn't find where I was and it took a second and third try to actually navigate my way to my bathroom.

When I got there, a good friend of mine was trying to help me and I speant all my remaining energy trying to fight them off. No one should touch my blood, I told him.

And then passed out.