I saw death again, a blurred vision, a vague glimpse, but undoubtedly it was death... And it left me, in the dream itself, feeling so empty, so very traumatised and lonely inside? Is this how I will feel at the end of it all? Empty, indescribably empty and traumatised like a shellshocked soldier with a wounded soul that is so hard to make whole again?
I was woken up by the sound of mum trying to open her water bottle, and trying hard to get up from lying down.
I slept for a hour or so so far.
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