For almost a year I used to have a recurring nightmare.
I was lying face up on a hallway floor of what seemed to be an apartment building and it seemed to be getting darker and blurrier by the second. I heard muffled voices and sounds of people running around me. Why were they not stopping to assist me? I attempt to raise my head up off of the ground but as dreams would have it, can not. Suddenly, I begin to feel a warm surge beginning to stream from the back of my head and down the back of my neck; as it happens, I realize that I have been shot in the back of my head and am losing a lot of blood; Again, I try to lift but this time it is my arm,in order to cover the wound and apply pressure to hold back the bleeding but it is of no avail; I am too weakened.
Why doesn't anyone stop and do this action for me? Why isn't anyone helping? I wonder as I listen to the sound of frantic feet runing in confusing around me and the muffled sounds of despair until I drift off and away.