Went to sleep approx. 10:30PM.
It started off with me and Brady laying on a bed, we were both quite tired. Somehow we managed to lay flat on our backs, both of us, on a twin bed.
I knew we were at his house, but there were no walls, everything was blank except his bed and us.
He eventually rolled over and hugged me, and I rolled over too so that we were spooning. My back to his front. We fell asleep and nothing more.
When we woke, I kissed him good bye and drove home-- there was no road though. I can’t even recall getting into the car.
Arriving home Mum quickly asked me where I have been all night, I said that I spent the night at Brady’s and told her that I was too tired to drive home that night.
She started yelling at me, then Smokey (my cat) came into the ‘room’ (no walls yet again) and she spoke, but yelled at me too. Both were yelling at me out of sync, but still on the subject on how irresponsible I am and how careless and thoughtless I can be at times.
Then, Da came into the ‘room’ with a shot gun. He asked me where I was last night too, I answered him the same way.
He shot me.
I wake at 6:30AM.