Just recently I dreamt of my suicide, in which I would drink a bunch of some kind of liquor, grab a gun, shoot myself a bunch of times, drink more, grab a different gun and shoot...drink more and so on. At the end I stuck some long barreled gun down my throat and shot and um....swallowed the bullet. Then cureld up in a ball on my bed and waited to die. My roomate is way into guns and he has a lot of them and I think I went to bed drunk that night and depressed so I'm guessing this is a combination of all those thoughts. Just came out kind of scary, I had a weird feeling upon waking.
whoa you shot yourself many times and still had the energy to drink more and shoot again...were they rubber bullets?
I know, it was like the bullets weren't doing much to me. I had holes all over the place and just wouldnt die!
