At four this morning I woke up.
I woke up because in my dream I was about to be killed by a man with a gun. That man and his fellows had been told to shoot all the people in the bus I was on because we disagreed with their ideology. I was filming the whole thing with my iphone and sending it to a particular person as they'd quite recently told me that for the sake of ideology they would happily kill me. They had then proceeded to show me that injuring me caused them no grief.
I could not believe that someone I loved would harm me so readily and would allow me to die for disagreeing with them. On the bus, as I sat and thought about this, men with guns surrounded me. And I filmed it in a last vindictive act having prefaced the call with, 'I love you and they are about to kill me.'
The dream was still on my mind when I got up again at midday. I feel a little crushed by it.