I had a really weird dream last night. I and my friend’s younger daughter were sitting on a bus stop. we were in Vancouver. They are actually in Victoria, so that was already weird. Then I realized that we are sitting on a non-existent bus stop. As far as I know there are no bus stops on that stretch of the road. Anyway we were sitting and talking and the bus finally showed up. We get on the bus and next thing I know we are in Victoria staring at her Dad. We talked for a little while and she and I went up the street. Suddenly we are on a different street, but this one looks very different from what I know. Anyway we see her older sister. She is at some sort of a huge party. Looks like some sort of high school gathering. She is in University already so that’s weird, again. we talk, but I feel very uneasy. Feels like I am hiding something and starting to get paranoid that everyone knows what I am hiding. Except that I have no idea what I am hiding. Then it gets seriously messed up. Things start to flash in and out. I see us running than it’s all quiet and empty and even though I can see the empty street I don’t actually exist myself. Then I see people just walking down the street like they do every single day, then nothing again, then something else, but I am starting to loose the perception of everything. It’s not that everything is invisible to me. I simply can’t figure out what I am seeing. I can’t even understand what colors I see. It’s as if I am aware of myself, but have absolutely no clue what everything and everyone else is. Oh yeah I don’t actually see the shapes of anythign. it’s just jumble, but I can’t even comprehend that what I am seeing is jumble. I know that didn’t make any sense to me either.

Sadly I woke up after a short while. but those last moments are sort of familiar to me. When I got hit by a truck it was sort of what I felt like when I was drifting in and out of reality. That’s pretty much all I remember of that accident. Coming to for a few brief moments and not being able to figure out what everything or who anyone was. Except that I did see shapes and colors. I particularly remember the bloody hand print on the door of my parent’s house. i left that print after my friend carried me up the street to the house to get help. Thanks Roman. That guy saved my life on at least two occasions. Can’t believe he became such a good friend after I beat him up in front of his friends.