The night after my boyfriend broke up with me, I dreamt that I was wearing my new teal-colored top and that I asked my brother to shoot me in the heart. Apparently, my dream self really wanted to die.
So in my dream, my brother shot me, but the deal *with fate* was that I wasn't going to actually DIE until the next morning. Until then, I was in no pain, but I did have a bullet hole and blood on my shirt. I invited my friends over that night, and we were laughing and having fun. But I didn't tell them that in the morning I would die, because I didn't want to upset them. One of my friends asked me why I had blood on my shirt, but I said it was nothing, so we dropped it. Then I said good-bye to my friends for the night, and I went to sleep still content with my impending death. (My dream self was obviously crazy). But then I woke up (in my dream), and I decided that I didn't WANT to die! So I tried to figure out if I could change what I'd done, and I don't think I found a way. I was out of time and I was going to die. Then I woke up for real. It was so freaky. Then I had to go to class that morning, and I was SO distracted.
My mom thinks that it was a reflection of my breakup with my boyfriend. Because in real life, I was thinking about breaking up with my boyfriend a couple days before. Then I changed my mind and wasn't ever going to bring that up to him. I really didn't WANT to breakup, but he brought it up anyway and we sort broke up with each other because it wasn't working for him. In my dream, I decided something, changed my mind, but in the end, it didn't matter because it happened anyway. Same in my real life. Ugh. Stupid dreams.