Day 27: Make up a near-death experience (unless you have a real one).
Day # of Vaycay: So. Sunburnt. Need. SPF Vampire.
I used to have a recurring dream of a near death experience, so it’s kind of like a “real one?” Maybe . . .
First off, I would always be shot in the left abdomen region by a woman with terrible
aim. She’d always cry “And now, Grace, you must die!” while trying to aim for my heart.
So, this crazed woman would shoot me and I’d fall to the ground, but I’d never be in pain. It would always be like I fainted and everything was hazy. Regardless, a sexy strong man would kneel down next to my limp body, scream at the top of his lungs “Noooooooooo!” and carry me off to the nearest hospital.
Whilst in intensive care, my heart would stop and I’d have this out of body-like ghost experience where I’d walk around the halls of the hospital like a misty Grace cloud. Nobody would see me and I’d never see my reflection in a mirror. It was very lonely until I’d walk back to my room to see the sexy man crying by my bedside. At that moment, I would hop back into my body and wake up like Sleeping Beauty.
Yes, my dreams are that weird and that elaborate.