Worst dream ever!
Had the WORST dream ever last night.
Matt and I were at a cricket (or football) clubhouse in the country with heaps of people and a few from my work. We had a few beers, I am chatting to one of my bosses from work when Matt runs off.
My boss and I run after him, I come around a corner outside and see a row of 2 old-style outdoor dunnies. The door to both of them are shut but there is a big puddle of blood ooozing out from under the door of the 2nd tiolet.
I bash the door down, Matt is there with his back to me, he slumps back and i ask him what he has done. I grab his wrists and see they are grazed.
He has slit his own throat!! There is blood going everywhere.
I drag him out of the toilet asking my boss for help and to call an ambulance.
Matt is saying he doesn’t want an ambulance and it will take too long.
I manage to pull him down the long dirt driveway by his shoulders and somehow we end up on a bus to town with me pushing his head and neck together to try and stop the bleeding.
The bus rolls into town and we are coming to a set of trafficlights, there is an ambulance coming towards the bus and I have a feeling of wanting to jump out of the bus to stop the ambulance.
Hmm, this is as far as the dream got thankfully. My husband woke me up for a goodbye kiss before he left for work. My first thoughts were Thankgod it wasn’t real.
Freakin horrible!
