Dreams.

Two weeks ago I had a dream that I was crossing a street with a guy (i think i knew him..im vague on who it was exactly) but anyway so we were crossing a street together at night and out of nowhere a gunshot rang out from about a block away. I dont remember where the guy went at that moment but I do remember the bullet hitting my face.

I woke up in a startled panic. Had I really just dreamed of being shot in the face? Sweating and my heart literally beating out of control, I reached over and took a sip of water. It was 4am and there was no chance of going back to sleep before waking up at 5:30 for work. I was scared. I laid there for the next hour trying to figure out what the dream meant. I even looked it up in 2 separate dream dictionaries. All I got was some blurb about the subconscious. 

Well, death is my greatest fear. So what the hell was the dream trying to tell me?

One week later - Brandon G, a friend of mine in Vegas, was murdered in a hookah lounge parking lot. He got into a fight with a guy and while hitting him...the guy's friend shot Brandon in the back from behind. Brandon laid there pleading for his life. The guy pulled back the trigger again and killed Brandon with one more shot to his face.

My dream of being shot at had not surfaced in my memory until today. 3 days later after Brandon's death. If I had somehow foresaw the violence I do not know. I wonder if perhaps the guy in my dream was Brandon somehow? I know it is something I will forever think about. 

I think about his death and I get a pull on my heart, my eyes get watery and I try so hard to hold back the gentle tears. Was this not the same guy I had seen so many times when I was home for winter break? The same guy who at one point deleted my number from his phone because I would stop answering his texts. The same guy who persisted over and over again to come over and chill and hang out because he lived down the street. I always turned him down because either I had other things to do or I was scared to put myself in that predictament because he was an attractive guy but I did not want him to get the wrong impression. I surely wasn't interested in him in that way...but I know he had no wrong intentions. He just merely wanted to catch up and have a good time. 

I honestly regret my actions. I wish I would have taken the time to chill with him and his friends..and now a month later he is gone. 

Another act of "Vegas Violence". Murder by the gun...

I'm sorry Brandon G. 

You are truely missed by many...

R.I.P.