i had a dream once, was a nightmare.
i was forced to watch as my friends were killed.
the walls were covered in rust and blood.
the man took my girlfriend(at the time) put her on a table, and cut her up with a table saw blade.
i couldnt move.
it wasnt fear.
i just stopped caring.
she was laying there screaming for help, her insides being cut up and ripped out.
and i just stopped caring.
what does that say about me?